Get Mad Lyrics

Get Mad

Yo.. yo! (* Eminem hachs up spit *)Mic check.. (My dick!)Testing.. one, two (*
Eminem hach-spits on mic *)Ffff-fuck.. (My dick!) My nuts..My attitude is worse
than NWA's wasI'll battle you over stupid shit and diss people who ain't have
shit to do with it, like Cool J does (My tattoo!)You see me standin outside of
your buildin; screamin, "Puffy is good, (HEY!) but Slim Shady is for the
children!" (WAIT!)I look at my life in a new light -- fuck itGive me two mics;
I write songs for me -- fuck what you likeYou're probably hear me rap
half-hearted; cause I don't like rap anywayI'm just tryin to get my porno
career startedEvery place and event.. +Been There, Done That+Shit, Dre stuck me
in a suitcase when he went (* zipper sound *) "Come on, let's go!"Want a deal?
Study these 5 chaptersLesson One: Throw demos as hard as you can at signed
rappersLesson Two: Face em and diss em (whattup dog?)Don't give em a demo;
kidnap em (I want you to come with me)and make em come to your basement and
listen (you're gonna fuckin check this out)Lesson Three: Get a job at a label;
switch demos with Canibus and put yours on the owner's table (here
listen!)Lesson Four: 'Know you heard this before'"Hey let me get your number;
I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"Don't act like a fan -- you wanna get
signed?Get the whitest A&R you can findPull him aside and rap as wack as you
canLesson Five: Get a hook-up at JiveDress up like I.C.P. and have them come
see you perform liveAnd that's the key, but when you see me on the street; I
ain't givin you shit bitch - don't even bother askin me (get away from
me)Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when I'm spittincause I'm always
shittin when I'm rappin like Master P (UNNNGGGGH!)Got a blowjob from Paula
Jones, and stuffed it so far in her mouthmy balls broke both of her collarbones
(OWW!)Told Mya this shit was all about me-ah ("It's all about me..")Gave Alyssa
Milano syphillis, mono and gonorrhea ("You're a dick!")And all three of my main
girls said SEE-YACause Brandy and Monica walked in and caught me fuckin
Aaliyah(What? Oh my God!) I splish splash while I'm takin a bathGrab a handful
of pills, break em in half, take em and laughWhite trash -- fuckin your wife in
the ass ("Oh! Ooh Shady! Oooh!")While you're out siphoning gas for your
lawnmower to cut the grassSo if I hurt your self-esteem and you get dissed too
bad [Yo why you diss me?]You know I just be sayin that to get you madAnd when I
rap about a buncha shit you wished you had [A big dick!]You know I just be sayin
that to get you mad"I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad!"You know I
just be sayin that to get you mad"He'll never make it, his wrist is slit too
bad!" [Nurse! Nurse!]You know I just be sayin that to get you madWhat a
wonderful day; I should go outside and playAin't no need to sit inside the
house and hibernateHi Renee! (Oh hi!) I was just about to toss a live grenadein
your driveway (WHAT?) and drive away (* car peels out *)Are you afraid of a
blade made of a razor with AIDSBlood drippin from it, rippin your stomach like
a paper macheYou talk a lotta shit, but you was never ill thoughI'm sick enough
to beat you to death with a feather pillowTipped over some cows, just for a joke
and a laugh (MOOOOO!)Jumped up, choked a giraffe, snapped his neck and broke it
in halfWagin wars, went on stage and sprayed Cage with +Agent Orange+And wiped
my ass with his page in Source (Here!)The demon is here, steamin this yearI rip
[*Mystikal's*] voicebox out, scream in his ear (AHHHHHH!)It's not a gimmick
bitch, it's an image I live itGive a fuck? I don't know what a fuck is to give
it"Yeah I don't think this guy is well.." I'm high as hellI'll beat you with a
live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail[* impersonating Method Man *]I'll
fuckin, I'll fuckinLay your nuts on the dresserJust your nutsack by itselfAnd
bang them shits with a spiked batCut your neck off and sew your head right
backAnd leave you like thatYou just triggered the prick who just mixed
liquorWho's itchin to leave you disfigured and stiffer than Chris-topherReeves,
I was teething with strep throat while your mother was breastfeedingAnd gave her
the flesh-eating diseaseI'm iller than takin a hammer and beatin your kneesand
walkin through South Central L.A., bleedin in jeans(Am I a Blood or a Crip?)
Wakin up the next day in breathin machinesFlashin back to being shot and
repeatin the sceneson how you just got smoked, and if you do liveYou'll be too
scared to tell it, like a Biggie and 'Pac jokeSo if I hurt your self-esteem and
you get dissed too badYou know I just be sayin that to get you madAnd when I rap
about a fat bitch that you wished you hadYou know I just be sayin that to get
you mad"I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad"You know I just be
sayin that to get you mad"He'll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad"You
know I just be sayin that to get you madI know that makes you real mad, don't
it? (uh-huh)That's right, Slim Shady (yup) Sway & TechSprayin wreck (bitch)And
we don't give a heck (uh-uh)or a damn.. or a fuck.. or a shitSo suck my
motherfuckin dick