Extracts from Eminem’s Lyrics

Courtesy of GLAAD

From “Kill You”

You faggots keep eggin me on
til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop?
SHUT UP! Give me your hands and feet
I said SHUT UP when I’m talkin to you

From “Who Knew”

You want me to fix up lyrics while the President gets his dick sucked?
{*ewwww*} Fuck that, take drugs, rape sluts
Make fun of gay clubs, men who wear make-up

From “Skit: Steve Berman”

Steve: Tower Records told me to shove this record up my ass! Do you know
what it feels like to be told to have a record shoved up your ass?
Eminem: But, I-

Steve: I’m gonna lose my fuckin’ job over this. You know why Dre’s record
was so successful? He’s rappin’ about big-screen tv’s, blunts, 40’s and
bitches. You’re rappin’ about homosexuals and Vicadin.

From “The Real Slim Shady”

But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
then there’s no reason that a man and another man can’t elope
{*EWWW!*} But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes

From “Remember Me?”
(guest artist Sticky Fingaz)

I’m the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches total
Want beef, nigga?…

Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen,
With M-16’s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through 6 kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint’s speech to fix these streets?
FUCK THAT! {thhbbpp} you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And re-appear in hell with a can of gas, AND a match

From “I’m Back”

With Ken Kaniff who just finds the men edible
It’s Ken Kaniff, on the internet
Trying to, lure your kids, wit him into bed
It’s a sick world we live in these days

From “Marshall Mathers”

New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me sick
And I can’t wait ’til I catch all you faggots in public
I’ma love it.. (hahaha)
Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
and call themselves “Clowns” cause they look queer
Faggot2Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin’ Detroit, when y’all live twenty miles away (fuckin punks)
And I don’t wrestle, I’ll knock you fuckin faggots the fuck out
Ask ’em about the club they was at when they snuck out
after they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
(AHHH!) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y’all runnin your mouth again
when you ain’t seen a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10
And I don’t need help, from D-12, to beat up two females
in make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
“Slim Anus,” you damn right, Slim Anus
I don’t get fucked in mine like you two little flaming faggots!
It doesn’t matter you {*edited*} faggot!
Talkin about I fabricated my past
He’s just aggravated I won’t ejaculate in his ass (Uhh!)

From “Amityville”
(guest artist Bizarre)

I fucked my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother’s throat
{*AHHHHHHHH!*} Guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope?
My little sister’s birthday, she’ll remember me
for a gift I had ten of my boys take her virginity
And bitches know me as a horny ass freak
Their mother wasn’t raped, I ate her pussy while she was ‘sleep
Pissy-drunk, throwin up in the urinal (YOU FUCKIN HOMO!)
That’s what I said at my dad’s funeral

From “Bitch Please II”

So when you see me, dressin up like a nerd on TV
or heard the CD usin the fag word so freely
it’s just me being me, here want me to tone it down?
{*LOWER pitch*} “Suck my fuckin dick, you faggot”
You happy now? Look here

From “Under The Influence”
(guest artist Dirty Harry)

Stranglin’ rappers to the point they can’t yell
Cuz they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales

From “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 the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
Pants or dress – hate fags? The answer’s “yes”
Homophobic? Nah, you’re just heterophobic
Starin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin (Ooh!)
That’s my motherfuckin 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 checkin the mail
Get it? Checkin the ‘male’?
How many records you expectin 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 (AAA-men!)

From “The Kids”

Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
while Mr. Kaniff is out with pneumonia (HE’S GOT AIDS!)
Good luck Mr. Shady.