Criminal
(专辑: Curtain Call: The Hits - 2005)
A
lot of people ask me stupid fucking questions A
lot of people think that what I
say on a
record or what I
talk about on a
record, that I
actually do in real life or that I
believe in it Or if I
say that I
wanna kill somebody that I'm actually gonna do it or that I
believe in it Well, shit, if you believe that then I'll kill you You know why? 'Cause I'm a
criminal Criminal You're goddamn right I'm a
criminal Yeah, I'm a
criminal My words are like a
dagger with a
jagged edge That'll stab you in the
head Whether you're a
fag or lez Or a
homosex, hermaph or a
trans-a-vest Pants or dress Hate fags? The
answer's "yes" Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic Staring at my jeans, watching my genitals bulging That's my motherfucking balls You'd better let go of 'em They belong in my scrotum You'll never get hold of 'em "Hey, it's me, Versace Whoops, somebody shot me! And I
was just checking the
mail." Get it? Checking the
'male'? How many records you expecting to sell After your second LP sends you directly to jail? C'mon! Relax guy, I
like gay men Right, Ken? Give me an "amen". A-men! Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus Heal this child, help us destroy these demons Oh, and please send me a
brand new car And a
prostitute while my wife's sick in the
hospital Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher You can't reach me, my mom can't neither You can't teach me a
goddamn thing 'Cause I
watch TV, and Comcast cable And you ain't able to stop these thoughts You can't stop me from topping these charts And you can't stop me from dropping each March With a
brand new CD for these fucking retards And to think, it's just little ol' me Mr. Don't-Give-A-Fuck still won't leave I'm a
criminal 'Cause every time I
write a
rhyme These people think it's a
crime To tell 'em what's on my mind I
guess I'm a
criminal But I
don't gotta say a
word I
just flip 'em the
bird And keep going, I
don't take shit from no one I'm a
criminal 'Cause every time I
write a
rhyme These people think it's a
crime To tell 'em what's on my mind I
guess I'm a
criminal But I
don't gotta say a
word I
just flip 'em the
bird And keep going, I
don't take shit from no one My mother did drugs, hard liquor, cigarettes, and speed The
baby came out disfigured, ligaments indeed It was a
seed who would grow up just as crazy as she Don't dare make fun of that baby 'cause that baby was me I'm a
criminal, an animal caged who turned crazed But how the
fuck you supposed to grow up when you weren't raised? So as I
got older and I
got a
lot taller My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger I
drink more liquor To fuck you up quicker Than you'd wanna fuck me up for saying the
word My morals went ... when the
president got oral Sex in his Oval Office on top of his desk Off of his own employee Now don't ignore me You won't avoid me You can't miss me, I'm white, blonde-haired And my nose is pointy I'm the
bad guy who makes fun of people that die In plane crashes and laughs As long as it ain't happened to him Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Eminem and Kim combined "The Maniac's in" in place of the
doctor 'Cause Dre couldn't make it today He's a
little under the
weather So I'm taking his place Oh, that's Dre with an AK to his face Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the
place I
told you Dre, you should've kept that thang put away I
guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh? I'm a
criminal Aight look (uh huh) just go up in that motherfucker Get the
motherfucking money and get the
fuck up outta there Aight I'll be right here waiting on you Aight Yo Em What?! Don't kill nobody this time Awwright. Goddamn, this motherfucker gets on my fucking nerves Aha? How you doin'? Hi, how can I
help you? Yeah I
need to make a
withdrawal Okay Put the
fucking money in the
bag bitch and I
won't kill you! What? Oh my God, don't kill me I'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit looking around Don't kill me, I've got two kids at home don't kill me, don't kill me I
said I'm not gonna fucking kill you Hurry the
fuck up! Thank you! Go, go, go! Windows tinted on my ride when I
drive in it So when I
rob a
bank, run out and just dive in it So I'll be disguised in it And if anybody identifies the
guy in it I'll hide for five minutes Come back, shoot the
eyewitness Fire at the
private eye hired to pry in my business Die, bitches, bastards, brats, pets This puppy's lucky I
didn't blast his ass yet If I
ever gave a
fuck, I'd shave my nuts Tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck You motherfucking chickens ain't brave enough To say the
stuff I
say, so just tape it shut Shit, half the
shit I
say, I
just make it up To make you mad so kiss my white naked ass And if it's not a
rapper that I
make it as I'mma be a
fucking rapist in a
Jason mask I'm a
criminal 'Cause every time I
write a
rhyme These people think it's a
crime To tell 'em what's on my mind I
guess I'm a
criminal But I
don't gotta say a
word I
just flip 'em the
bird And keep going, I
don't take shit from no one I'm a
criminal 'Cause every time I
write a
rhyme These people think it's a
crime To tell 'em what's on my mind I
guess I'm a
criminal But I
don't gotta say a
word I
just flip 'em the
bird And keep going, I
don't take shit from no one I'm a
criminal 'Cause every time I
write a
rhyme These people think it's a
crime To tell 'em what's on my mind I
guess I'm a
criminal But I
don't gotta say a
word I
just flip 'em the
bird And keep going, I
don't take shit from no one I'm a
criminal 'Cause every time I
write a
rhyme These people think it's a
crime To tell 'em what's on my mind I
guess I'm a
criminal But I
don't gotta say a
word I
just flip 'em the
bird And keep going, I
don't take shit from no one