Miles J. Stoner, @StockHollywood

Dallas, Texas

10.14.2013

Eminem Rap God Lyrics

[Intro]
Look, I was gonna go easy on you, not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance. (Six minutes, six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) Something's wrong, I can feel itLike a feeling, like something is about to happen, but I don't know whatIf this means, what I think it means, we're in trouble - big troubleAnd if he is as bananas like you say, I'm not taking any chances(You were just what the doc ordered.)
[Hook]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God (Rap God)
All my people from the front to the back, nod (Back, nod)
Now who thinks arms a long enough to slap box? (Slap box) They say I rap like a robot so call me rap bot
[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pinnacle walk when I half-cock itGot a fat knock, from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinsky feeling on his, nut sackI'm an MC, still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hell syllablesKillaholic(?) kill em all witThis vividly hibbedi-hibbedi-hip hopYou don't really wanna get in to a pissin matchwith a gravity backpack
At the exact same time I attempt this lyrical acrobat-stunts
While I'm back and that I still be able
to break a motherfucking table
Over the back of the couple of faggots and crack it in half
Realize, it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow all I do is drop F bombs
and my raffle attack rappers are having a rough time period
[Hook]
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God (Rap God)
All my people from the front to the back, nod (Back, nod)
Now who thinks arms a long enough to slap box? (Slap box)
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain’t that hard (that hard)
[Verse 2:]
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
well there be truth for the blue prints
MCs get taken to school with this music cause I use it as a vehicle to Bust-a-Rhyme!
now I lead a new school full of students
To meet Run DMC and induct them to the motherfucking rock and roll Hall of fame
The only hall of fame I'll be inducted to is the alcohol of fame on the wall of shame
you fags think its all a game, till I Waka Flocka flame
All my people from the front to the back, nod (Back, nod)
I am the walking dead but I am just the talking head, a zombie floating
I’m out my rhyming noodle
We have nothing in common poodle
I am a Doberman pinch yourself
In you arm and pay homage pupil
Its me
My honesty is brutal, but its honestly futile
If I don't utilize what I do tho
for good At least once in a while, so I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scatch, I scribble and doodle enough rhymes to maybe try and help kick some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines
Just in case cuz
cuz Even you unsigned rappers are hungry looking at me like its lunch time
I know
There was a time where once I was
King of the underground
But I still rap like I am on
On my pharaoh munch grind
So I crunch lines but sometimes when you combine appeal with the skin color of mine you get too big
...Mather’s LP 1 when I tried to take 7 kids from Columbine put’em all in a line add an ak 47 a revolver and  a 9
see if I get away with it now that I’m ain’t as big as I was but I’m
lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (ray j fag)
What i gotta do to get through to you
I’m superhuman ,innovative
And i made of rubber
So anything you say
Is ricocheting off me and it’ll glue to you
I’m Devastating more than ever
Demonstrating how to give the Motherfucking audience
a Feeling like its levitating
Never fading
And i know the haters
Are forever waiting
The day that they can say i fell off
They be celebrating
Cause I know the way to i get them motivated
You make elevator music
"oh he is too mainstream"

And mac in the back of the lak  rap backpack yap yap yap yappidy dag nap
Here’s a maxi pad, it’s actually disastrously bad
For the wack full of master piece constructing this master p ad
Simple Occasion, Youthful exuberance.
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
See the earth like an asteroid did, nothing but truth for the moon since
Me, I’m a product of Rakim
Lockin, sebast Pac and Waq, a, Doc, Ren, down to easy, thank you, thank god slim
Inspired enough to untangle and blow up to Be in the position .
Even though I walk in the church and burst into a ball of flames
Off a plank and
Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking
 Little gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy
You witnessing the mass occur so they can watch a church gather and take place looking boy
That boys gay, that boys gay, that’s all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back and a way to go from your label every day looking boy
Hey looking boy, What you say looking boy, I get a hell yea from Dre looking boy
I’ma work for everything I have and never ask anybody for shit get out my face looking boy
Basic looking boy
You’ll never ever be Capable to keep up with the same pace looking boy
Hook
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God (Rap God)
The way I’m racing around the track call me Nascar (nascar)
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park and white trash god
Kneel before general zod this planet krypton (no ask god)
You be thor I be Odin, you rodent
I’m omnipotent
Let off then I’m reloading, immediately with this bombs I’m toting
And I should not be woken
But I got your mom deep throating
And it comes time to censor you like that one line I said on back on that
Morph into a mortal coming through a portal
You’re stuck in a time warp from 2004 tho
And I don’t know what the fuck did you run for
You pointless This is rupunzel with fucking corn rows.
Not normal for being normal
And I just bot a new ray gun from the Future
Just to come and shoot ya
Like when ____ just made Ray J mad
His dad said he looked like a fag ___________.
While he played piano
Man oh man that was a 24/7 special on the playboy channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day, hey fag I’ma kill you
You’re assuming im a human
I make elevating music
Well that’s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It’s not hip hop, its pop cuz I found a hella way to fuse it with Rock
Shock rap with Doc
Go on lose yourself and make them loose it
I don’t know how to make songs like that
I don’t know what words to use
You don’t know when it occurs to you while I’m ripping anyone of these verses that verse is used
Curtains I’m inadvertently hurting you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you were half as nice at songs
You could sacrifice virgins to, unnn!
School flunky, pill junky, but look at the accolades his skills bologna
Full of myself, but I’m still hungry
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I’m a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues, but tis still tongue and cheek, fuck you
I’m drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel while I sleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head there’s something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils and here’s what they want from me.
There’re asking me to eliminate some of the women hate.
But if you take into consideration the bit of hatred I have then you maybe a little patient and more sympathetic
For the situation and Understand the discrimination
But fuck it life’s handing you l lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can’t “batter” the women
How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Make no Mistake that it’s Satan
It’s a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
Take a “trip a broad” make up on her fall on her face then
Don’t be a retard, be a king, I think not
Why be a king, when you can be a God?