Eminem — Everybodys Looking at Me

[Verse 1: Eminem] Lights, action, cameras flashin' Managers, sponsors, concerts, monster mashin' Flashin' Type who might throw his underwear in the trash like Marilyn Manson Updated Axle Rose White version of Shaft, pimp slappin' hoes Pull up like a Mac, jet black limo Stretch so far back, can't see the back windows Steppin' out, pink hats, furs and minks Chick on each arm, what the **** you think? Right arm got that kid from *NSYNC's chick on it Left arm got that little P!nk chick on it Me and Dre at the VMA's again Pissin' off all these lesbians and gays again [Verse 2: Proof] A'ight, dawg (Haha), you want war? [?] You beatin' us—not a chance Let me show you what the clip does 'Cause D12 is harder than virgins inside strip clubs Yo, we bust thugs You beatin' us is like twenty inch [?] on Love Bugs: It won't happen, [?] satisfaction [?] I got you backspin Actin' like you harder than life Ayo, yo, we smarter [?] Peace to Obie Trice, rock a mic, it's only right Ob' Trice [?] around the globe twice How it feel with DeShaun chosen words Peace to Mark Labelle, Flex and Paul Rosenburg Yo, Em-Diddy save me Ayo, I think my dad's gone crazy [Verse 3: Eminem] My head hits the pillow, a weepin' willow I can't sleep, a pain so deep, it bellows But these cellos help just to keep me mellow Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me I keep sayin' it, I can't stress it enough So keep playin' it, and stand next to the subs I choke mics like asphyxiation When I'm stranglin' my own throat masturbatin' Shit yeah, I'm a basket case And I mastered this rap s*** 'til my ass gets wasted 'Til my assassination 'Til I'm slain 'cause of some **** infatuation .44 mag's a fascination A taste for disaster, and if that's the case, then— [Verse 4: Proof] A'ight, dawg, you involved with a hog That'll spit a bar like a brick of raw Get you off like porn tricks, born with natural ability To put both hands up on the Statue of Liberty Smackin' an iller me with accurate agility Attack your facility then it's back to my killin' spree Jigga, Nelly is cool, it's the wack ones that's killin' me While Clinton got head, I was in the sack with old Hillary The fact I'm an ill MC strapped with artillery I got your family at your funeral clappin' with misery I can happen to him or me, better the other way Pillow [?] watch her suffocate You're hard, Doody, [?] for D12 (Haha) [?] Funk Flex, more noise than a seashell Y'all faker than [?], we big in Dallas We unsigned without the hype back before Rick Morales Put it down there, rip your lungs with talons Y'all lack talents, in fact, you're all off balance I'ma say it like this: you're short like [?] And just tune in to [?] show on June 4th