Eminem – Wicked Ways ft X Ambassadors

Internationally recognized rapper, Eminem teams up with X Ambassadors to create this astonishing record titled “Wicked Ways”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “The Marshall Mathers LP2” was officially released on 5 November 2013.

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LYRICS

I’m getting by with my wicked ways

I’m loading up and I’m taking names

I wanna dig my way to hell

I wanna dig my way to hell

I’m getting by with my wicked ways

I’m loading up and I’m taking names

I wanna dig my way to hell

I wanna dig my way to hell

 

Guess I got a way with words, I could get away with murder

Ever heard of Aspergers’? It’s a rare condition

It’s what you’re suffering from

When you simply don’t care if it’s an

80 degree day and there’s no fricken air conditioning

And you can’t see the bitch’s hair is frizzing

‘Cause you got the windows up

Blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prizm

The devil ain’t on a level same as him

Picture someone who revels in straight masochism

And imagine him giving an adjective an ass whooping

So bad they should put his ass in prison

A word bully, I verbally abuse verbs

Like they did something to me personally

Used to get bullied, so I’d cut class and ditch it

Now I bully rap, I’m the shit, faggot (sniff it)

Cadillac from a K Car

My ass from a hole in the ground, still can’t tell em a-part

Came straight out the trailer park screaming I’m proud

To shop at K-Mart and it became art

And I’m still fed up and as pissed off as they are

To this day I still get in fights with the same broad

At the same Walmart arguing over the same cart

In the middle of the aisle whilin’

I don’t give a fuck I don’t play!

Bitch you think you saw this basket first?

You’re ass backwards like motherfucking Bob and Silent Jay

Illest shit you could think I would say

Mind’s like a pile of clay

When’s the last time that you saw a villain with a cape

Ripped a gaping hole in it

Flipped out, ripped down the drapes

Tied ’em around my neck

Went down the fire escape of the Empire State

Slipped, fell straight down to the ground

Splattered all over the entire state

And straight to hell, got impaled by the gates

Saw Satan, stuck his face in an ashtray

While I sashayed around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face

And this ain’t got nothing to do with a scale or being gay little faggot

But by the way, thoughts are getting darker by the day

I’m a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent J

It’s a fuckin’ miracle to be this lyrical

Paint my face with clown makeup and a smiley face I’m insane

Every rhyme I say, sons you like an ultra violet ray

I’m selling hatred buffet style, all the shit you can eat

$11.99 so come on and pile a plate

I’m throwin’ down the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise

With the rhyme I’m spittin’ while I’m shittin’ on competition

In the meantime it’s always mean time

 

I’m getting by with my wicked ways

I’m loading up and I’m taking names

I wanna dig my way to hell

I wanna dig my way to hell

I’m getting by with my wicked ways

I’m loading up and I’m taking names

I wanna dig my way to hell

I wanna dig my way to hell

I’ve been a career asshole

I don’t see why these people always got my back

I done said so much fucked up shit, I was born a mistake

But I was put here not by accident

I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish

Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit

I’m coming to get that quarter back

Like Ndamukong, the drama can build

Your mama can ask me for my autograph

‘Cause that cougar’s a MILF, she’s the oldest trick in the book

But I sure would fall for that

You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight

When I get on the mic I’mma snap

Make you wish the ambulance that took me to the hospital

When I overdosed woulda caught a flat

If it makes you sick to your stomach acid

Indigestion, my suggestion’s Kaopectate

If it feels like I’m running away with the game

It’s ’cause I am, don’t speculate, spectate

All I got is dick for days and insults for decades

But I get by with my wicked ways

Lady you can suck a dick ’til your neck aches

Cry ’til you get puffy eyes, red faced

But I’m leaving on this jet plane

You ain’t fly, you’re an airhead

And I’m sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase

But your baggage ain’t gonna fit in my storage overhead space

‘Cause it just ain’t big enough to fit your damaged goods

Other words don’t try to put your heart in a headcase

‘Cause baby, stable mentally I ain’t

I need my meds, I peed my bed

I’m going blind, I don’t see my legs

I keep on falling down, no wonder you can’t stand me, I need my cane

Someone help me, I think my face is melting

If you felt these migraines and see these maggots eat my brain

This G-I-A-N-T hole in my empty head

If you read my mind, you can see my pain

And you’d see why I be this way

Ever since I was knee high playin’ with G.I. Joes

Told these hoes shut their P-I-E holes, now peep my game

‘Cause I’m ’bout it ’bout it

Like a (like a) fucking (fucking)

Echo (echo)… (Psych) Psycho on a cyclone cycle

Spiraling, here I go, I’m outta control like no

Other mic go, stab you ’til’ the knife goes – dull

I’m nothing but a hole inside your skull where your eye goes

‘Cause I’mma sock it to you

Dyke ho, you don’t like it

Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle

And ride it like a motorbike

I’m finna blow the mic the whole night so

Strike up the fucking maestro, I’m nitro

And hi ho, hand me my shovel, I’m liable to dig my hole

Deeper, and it’s off to H.E double hockey sticks I go

 

I’m getting by with my wicked ways

I’m loading up and I’m taking names

I wanna dig my way to hell

I wanna dig my way to hell

I’m getting by with my wicked ways

I’m loading up and I’m taking names

I wanna dig my way to hell

I wanna dig my way to hell

 

Ohh please be empty, please be empty, please be empty

Thank you, God

Shit…

Is that a girl?

I’m gonna rock this blouse and put a cock in my mouth

And get my balls blew out, and get gay into the A.M.

And lay with 18 guys naked and let myself show, let myself show

Why do I know that voice?

Buttfuck it, suck it, pull it, tug it

Life’s too short to not stroke your bone

Are you fucking serious?

So everybody, everybody

Circle jerk, touch my body

Who is that? Where are you going? Come back

Why does everyone always leave me?

Hello? Fuck you then

Blow it out your ass