Eminem – Criminal

High rated American rapper and musical artiste, Eminem comes through with yet another tantalizing record titled “Criminal”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “The Marshall Mathers LP” was officially released on 23 May 2000.

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LYRICS

A lot of people ask me stupid fucking questions

A lot of people think that what I say on a record or what I talk about on a record, that I actually do in real life or that I believe in it

Or if I say that I wanna kill somebody that I’m actually gonna do it or that I believe in it

Well, shit, if you believe that then I’ll kill you

You know why?

‘Cause I’m a criminal

 

Criminal

You’re goddamn right

I’m a criminal

Yeah, I’m a criminal

 

My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge

That’ll stab you in the head

Whether you’re a fag or lez

Or a homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest

Pants or dress

Hate fags? The answer’s “yes”

 

Homophobic? Nah, you’re just heterophobic

Staring at my jeans, watching my genitals bulging

That’s my motherfucking balls

You’d better let go of ’em

They belong in my scrotum

You’ll never get hold of ’em

 

“Hey, it’s me, Versace

Whoops, somebody shot me!

And I was just checking the mail.”

Get it? Checking the ‘male’?

 

How many records you expecting to sell

After your second LP sends you directly to jail?

C’mon! Relax guy, I like gay men

Right, Ken? Give me an “amen”. A-men!

 

Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus

Heal this child, help us destroy these demons

Oh, and please send me a brand new car

And a prostitute while my wife’s sick in the hospital

 

Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher

You can’t reach me, my mom can’t neither

You can’t teach me a goddamn thing

‘Cause I watch TV, and Comcast cable

And you ain’t able to stop these thoughts

You can’t stop me from topping these charts

And you can’t stop me from dropping each March

With a brand new CD for these fucking retards

And to think, it’s just little ol’ me

Mr. Don’t-Give-A-Fuck still won’t leave

 

I’m a criminal

‘Cause every time I write a rhyme

These people think it’s a crime

To tell ’em what’s on my mind

I guess I’m a criminal

But I don’t gotta say a word

I just flip ’em the bird

And keep going, I don’t take shit from no one

 

I’m a criminal

‘Cause every time I write a rhyme

These people think it’s a crime

To tell ’em what’s on my mind

I guess I’m a criminal

But I don’t gotta say a word

I just flip ’em the bird

And keep going, I don’t take shit from no one

 

My mother did drugs, hard liquor, cigarettes, and speed

The baby came out disfigured, ligaments indeed

It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she

Don’t dare make fun of that baby ’cause that baby was me

I’m a criminal, an animal caged who turned crazed

But how the fuck you supposed to grow up when you weren’t raised?

So as I got older and I got a lot taller

My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger

 

I drink more liquor

To fuck you up quicker

Than you’d wanna fuck me up for saying the word

My morals went … when the president got oral

Sex in his Oval Office on top of his desk

Off of his own employee

 

Now don’t ignore me

You won’t avoid me

You can’t miss me, I’m white, blonde-haired

And my nose is pointy

I’m the bad guy who makes fun of people that die

In plane crashes and laughs

As long as it ain’t happened to him

 

Slim Shady, I’m as crazy as Eminem and Kim combined

“The Maniac’s in” in place of the doctor

‘Cause Dre couldn’t make it today

He’s a little under the weather

So I’m taking his place

 

Oh, that’s Dre with an AK to his face

Don’t make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place

I told you Dre, you should’ve kept that thang put away

I guess that’ll teach you not to let me play with it, eh?

I’m a criminal

 

Aight look (uh huh) just go up in that motherfucker

Get the motherfucking money and get the fuck up outta there

Aight

I’ll be right here waiting on you

Aight

Yo Em

What?!

Don’t kill nobody this time

Awwright. Goddamn, this motherfucker gets on my fucking nerves

Aha?

How you doin’?

Hi, how can I help you?

Yeah I need to make a withdrawal

Okay

Put the fucking money in the bag bitch and I won’t kill you!

What? Oh my God, don’t kill me

I’m not gonna kill you bitch, quit looking around

Don’t kill me, I’ve got two kids at home don’t kill me, don’t kill me

I said I’m not gonna fucking kill you

Hurry the fuck up! Thank you!

Go, go, go!

 

Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it

So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it

So I’ll be disguised in it

And if anybody identifies the guy in it

I’ll hide for five minutes

 

Come back, shoot the eyewitness

Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business

Die, bitches, bastards, brats, pets

This puppy’s lucky I didn’t blast his ass yet

 

If I ever gave a fuck, I’d shave my nuts

Tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck

You motherfucking chickens ain’t brave enough

To say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut

 

Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up

To make you mad so kiss my white naked ass

And if it’s not a rapper that I make it as

I’mma be a fucking rapist in a Jason mask

 

I’m a criminal

‘Cause every time I write a rhyme

These people think it’s a crime

To tell ’em what’s on my mind

I guess I’m a criminal

But I don’t gotta say a word

I just flip ’em the bird

And keep going, I don’t take shit from no one

I’m a criminal

‘Cause every time I write a rhyme

These people think it’s a crime

To tell ’em what’s on my mind

I guess I’m a criminal

But I don’t gotta say a word

I just flip ’em the bird

And keep going, I don’t take shit from no one

 

I’m a criminal

‘Cause every time I write a rhyme

These people think it’s a crime

To tell ’em what’s on my mind

I guess I’m a criminal

But I don’t gotta say a word

I just flip ’em the bird

And keep going, I don’t take shit from no one

 

I’m a criminal

‘Cause every time I write a rhyme

These people think it’s a crime

To tell ’em what’s on my mind

I guess I’m a criminal

But I don’t gotta say a word

I just flip ’em the bird

And keep going, I don’t take shit from no one