Under The Influence Lyrics

Under The Influence lyrics

{*Eminem imitates a record played
backwards*}

[Eminem]
Translation
So you can suck my dick if you
don't like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick - ha
ha!
Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint
Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to
the back of his ass
so the rats can't chew through his last pants
I'm
like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightning
Frightened with five
little white Vicadin pills bitin him
I'm like a fuckin wasp in the hospital
lost
Stingin the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I light
a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you
with the fuckin handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds,
hurtin
[Swifty] Bitch it's too late
[Eminem] Cause once you're hung from
the drapes, it's curtains

[Swifty]
I'm an instigator, .380 slug
penetrator
Degradin, creatin murders to kill haters
Accused for every
crime known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin blood
on my 'gators
My weed'll hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'
I'm
a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face {*BLAM*}
With a fifth in me, when
I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say, "Forgive me"
I'm
snatchin every penny - it gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold
to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin, I make the president get a
facelift
Niggaz just afraid, handin me they bracelets
Chillin in the lab
wasted
I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin - throw up on the
mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site
And even at the
Million Man March, we gon' fight

Chorus: Eminem

So you can suck
my dick if you don't like, my shit
Cause I was high when I wrote this so
suck, my dick
Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit
Cause
I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick

[Bizarre]
I'm a
compulsive liar, settin my preacher on fire
Slashin your tires, flyin down
Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin my
dick off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is Bizarre performing?) Bitch didn't
you read the flyer?
Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't
you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin your bitch in the ass with
a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
My DJ's in a coma for lettin
the record skip.. {*needle pops*}
Lettin the record skip.. {*needle
pops*}
Lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*} (Damn!)
{*DJ reverses the
record and scratches it back on beat*}
I'm fuckin anything when I'm
snortin
It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
{*dog
whines*} Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer
in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is
hoes, even my stinkin ass mom

[Kuniva]
Aiyyo flashback, two feets, two
deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with somethin {*gun cocks*} nigga pass
that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
At a 'Stop the
Violence' rally, I blast gats
Be your mom on publishin, get your
ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack
Want your motherfuckin
pockets, ASAP
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's
Born
loser, half theif and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get
laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get their Jag jacked
and found
chopped up in a trash bag

[Proof]
We stranglin rappers until the
point they can't yell
cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake
sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and
causin more violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your adam's apple until it
crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get
executed, cuz I'm a "Luni"
I got a "Yukmouth" and it's polluted
I cock it
back then shoot it
I love snatchin up players thugs and young
ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade
to bring the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas
toys
If I go solo, I'm doin a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga,
screamin "Kuniva yo yo.."
I leave ya face leakin, run up in church
and
smack the preacher while he's preachin
Take a swing at the
deacon

[Kon Artis]
I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight
I
was straight 'til I got caught sellin em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent
to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my
tent
with the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
I've
been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin in water
In cahoots with this nigga
named Fall Out Von
Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a
bomb
(Special delivery!) I signed to a local label for fun
Say I got
cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run
Driveby you in the rain
while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin me
none
Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for
havin niggaz runnin they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin
some one's
'til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin in
dough

Chorus

[Eminem]
Haha.. suck my motherfuckin
dick
D-12.. Dirty motherfuckin Dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with
thirty fuckin husbands
Bizarre kid
Swifty McVeigh
The Kon Artis
The
Kuniva
Dirty Harry
Haha, and Slim Shady..