Eminem – Love Game ft Kendrick Lamar

Award winning American rapper, Eminem collides with Kendrick Lamar to create this hypnotizing tune tagged “Love Game”.

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

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

Something’s burnin’ I can’t figure out what

(Out what) it’s either lust, or a cloud of dust, judgment is clouded must

Just be the powder from the power of

(Love) but I’m in somethin’ I don’t know how to get outta

Left my girl in the house alone, is that my soon-to-be-spouse’s moan and the further I walk the louder

Pause for a minute to make certain that’s what I heard, ’cause after all this is her place

So I give her the benefit of the doubt I

Think I might be about to busta, bust her, the thought’s scary yo, though and it hurts-brace

Hope it ain’t “here we go, yo” ’cause my head already goes to worst-case scenario, though in the first place

But you confirmed my low end theory though, should’ve known when I made it all the way to third base

And that was only the first date, could’ve made it to home plate

But you slid straight for the dome and dove face

First “No [*slurp*], you don’t [*slurp*] under—[*slurp*]—stand [*slurp*]. I [*slurp*] don’t [*hic*] do [*slurp*] this for anyone ever.”

Yeah, that ain’t what they all say

I’ll say, you can suck a softball through a straw

Used to be my fiancé, ’til you sucked on Wayne, André and Kanye

LeBron, Akon, Jay, Lil’ Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e, Polow Tha Don, Dre

Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwame

Guess I’m gettin’ my g-God dang Jigga on, eh?

‘Cause your name I’m beyond sayin’

But fuck it I’m movin’ on, you women are all cray

But I’ll probably always keep on playin’

The game of love, love, love, love, la-la-la-la-la love

She doesn’t love me, no she don’t love me no more

She hates my company, guess she don’t love me no more

I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door

She screamed she loved me, like she never did before

And I told her: go where you wanna go, go do what ‘cha wanna do, I don’t care

And I told her: go where you wanna go, go do what ‘cha wanna do, I don’t care

I told that bitch

I’m a sucker for love, you’re a sucker for dick

Suckin’ dick in your mama tub, then your granny walked in

Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water he drowned, like an abortion, they booked you for manslaughter

You beat the case and I called ya’

“Sherane is not available now leave a message at the tone

And, Kendrick, don’t forget to buy two pair of those

Expensive heels ya little fuckin’ Ferris Wheel

Fuckin’ spinnin’ on me. Fuck ya think? We’re gonna get married still?

Fucking Mary had a little lamb this ain’t no fairy tale

Fairy God mama better tell you how I fuckin’ feel

Like you should fuckin’ beat it or fuckin’ eat it while I’m on my period

Now have a blessed day…” Bitch, you serious?

I’m in the mirror with this look on my face, curious

Why you ain’t fuckin’ with me, you cut me deep as a Caesarean

You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I’m delirious

I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman

After the Dillinger hit him diligently and killin’ ‘im

His mouth piece for a Cadillac emblem

That’s analogy and metaphor for you

I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you

This is me talkin’ cordial, yeah I got some home trainin’

That ain’t what you like, ain’t it? What about if I was as famous

As Marshall, would you give fellatio in the carpool?

Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle

Singing, “I hope she’s good enough

Meanwhile you’re chasing her.”

Chlamydia couldn’t even get rid of her, pity the fool and pity the fool in me I’mma live with the

Game of love, love, love, love, la-la-la-la-la love

She doesn’t love me, no she don’t love me no more

She hates my company, guess she don’t love me no more

I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door

She screamed she loved me, like she never did before

And I told her: go where you wanna go, go do what ‘cha wanna do, I don’t care

And I told her: go where you wanna go, go do what ‘cha wanna do, I don’t care

I told that bitch

So needless to say, I’m feelin’ betrayed, snatch my house key off her key chain

She jumps off ‘Wee-Bey’ from the Wire’s dick now she’s chasin’ me with a cheese grater

Here goes that broken record cliché, it’s all my fault anyway she’s turnin’ the tables, I’m a beat-break

She treats my face like Serato, she cuts and scratches like a DJ, each day is an Instant Replay

They say what we display, is symptomatic of addict behavior

Back together, but forgot today was her B-Day

She cut me off on the freeway

Simple misunderstandin’ but just as I went to slam on the brakes, that’s when I realized that she may be crazy as me, wait

Bitch cut my fuckin’ brake line, stepped on them fuckers eight times, still goin’ 73 thank

God there’s an exit comin’ up, what the mother F-U-C-K’s

Wrong with her, hit the off-ramp, ’til I coasted to a goshdamn halt, hit a fucking tree now here she comes at full speed she’s racing at me, OK, you wanna fuck with me ‘eh?

Snatch that bitch out her car through the window she’s screamin’ I body slam her on the cement until the concrete gave

And created a sink hole, buried the stink hoe in it, then paid to have the street repaved (the fuck?)

Woke up in a dream state

In a cold sweat like I got hit with a freeze ray, durin’ a heat wave

Guess I eventually caved though, ’cause she’s layin’ next to me in bed

Directly aimin’ a gat at my head

Woke up again and jumped up like fuck it, I’ve had it I’m checkin’ into rehab

I confess I’m a static addict I guess

That’s why I’m so clingy every girl I’ve ever had either says

I got too much baggage or I’m too fuckin’ dramatic, man what the fuck is the matter? I’m just

A fuckin’ romantic, I fuckin’ love you, you fuckin’ bitch! Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex

I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events

I said, “Hit the road,” and after she left I sent that bitch a text

I said, “Be careful driving. Don’t read this and have an accident!” She glanced to look at it and wrecked

Too bad, thought we had a connect- no sense dwelling makes

Never been a more compelling case, than the model covered in L’Oréal and Mace

Who fell from grace eleven stories, for story telling, while the whore was yelling rape

‘Til her vocal cords were swelling and her voice was more hoarser than Tori Spellings’ face

Still they swarm the gates

Of my fancy estates to greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace

‘Less you’re Andrea Yates, don’t ask me for a date

Don’t be late, well, the sentiment’s great

But wait, think there’s been a mistake

You wanted an intimate date, I wanna intimidate

I have infinite hate in my blood

It’s mainly ’cause of the game of

[*Phone ring*] wait, “Dinner at eight?”

I have infinite hate in my blood

It’s mainly ’cause of the game of love

Love, love, love

La-la-la-la-la love