just the two of us.. (8x)

[eminem]
baby your da-da loves you (hey)
and i’ma always be here for you (hey) no matter what happens
you’re all i got in this world
i would never give you up for nothin
nobody in this world is ever gonna keep you from me
i love you

c’mon hai-hai, we goin to the beach
grab a couple of toys and let da-da strap you in the car seat
oh where’s mama? she’s takin a little nap in the trunk
oh that smell (whew!) da-da musta runned over a skunk
now i know what you’re thinkin - it’s kind of late to go swimmin
but you know your mama, she’s one of those type of women
that do crazy things, and if she don’t get her way, she’ll throw a fit
don’t play with da-da’s toy knife, honey, let go of it (no!)
and don’t look so upset, why you actin bashful?
don’t you wanna help da-da build a sand castle? (yeah!)
and mama said she wants to show how far she can float
and don’t worry about that little boo-boo on her throat
it’s just a little scratch - it don’t hurt, her was eatin
dinner while you were sweepin and spilled ketchup on her shirt
mama’s messy isn’t she? we’ll let her wash off in the water
and me and you can play by ourselves, can’t we?

just the two of us.. (2x)
and when we ride!
just the two of us.. (2x)
just you and i!
just the two of us.. (2x)
and when we ride!
just the two of us.. (2x)
just you and i!

see honey.. there’s a place called heaven and a place called hell
a place called prison and a place called jail
and da-da’s probably on his way to all of em except one
cause mama’s got a new husband and a stepson
and you don’t want a brother do ya? (nah)
maybe when you’re old enough to understand a little better
i’ll explain it to ya
but for now we’ll just say mama was real real bad
she was bein mean to dad and made him real real mad
but i still feel sad that i put her on time-out
sit back in your chair honey, quit tryin to climb out (wahh!)
i told you it’s okay haihai, wanna ba-ba?
take a night-night? nan-a-boo, goo-goo ga-ga?
her make poo-poo ca-ca? da-da change your dia-dee
clean the baby up so her can take a nighty-nighty
your dad’ll wake her up as soon as we get to the water
ninety-seven bonnie and clyde, me and my daughter

just the two of us.. (2x)
and when we ride!
just the two of us.. (2x)
just you and i!
just the two of us.. (2x)
and when we ride!
just the two of us.. (2x)
just you and i!

wake up sweepy head we’re here, before we pway
we’re gonna take mama for a wittle walk along the pier
baby, don’t cry honey, don’t get the wrong idea
mama’s too sweepy to hear you screamin in her ear (ma-maa!)
that’s why you can’t get her to wake, but don’t worry
da-da made a nice bed for mommy at the bottom of the lake
here, you wanna help da-da tie a rope around this rock? (yeah!)
we’ll tie it to her footsie then we’ll roll her off the dock
ready now, here we go, on the count of free..
one.. two.. free.. wheeeeee! (whoooooshhhhh)
there goes mama, spwashin in the wa-ta
no more fightin wit dad, no more restraining order
no more step-da-da, no more new brother
blow her kisses bye-bye, tell mama you love her (mommy!)
now we’ll go play in the sand, build a castle and junk
but first, just help dad with two more things out the trunk

just the two of us.. (2x)
and when we ride!
just the two of us.. (2x)
just you and i!
just the two of us.. (2x)
and when we ride!
just the two of us.. (2x)
just you and i!

just the two of us.. (4x)

[eminem]
just me and you baby
is all we need in this world
just me and you
your da-da will always be there for you
your da-da’s always gonna love you
remember that
if you ever need me i will always be here for you
if you ever need anything, just ask
da-da will be right there
your da-da loves you
i love you baby

(eminem)
yo yo yo yo yo (this is)
this is my motherfucking anthem (hip hop)
to hip hop music (anthem)
cause i’m gonna keep doing hip hop music
until the day that i die (aight bitch)

yo i’m into voodoo, tarot cards and ugji boards
lighting candles camping out at haunted beach resorts
i write the dark shit, and rap about perverted violence
ghost stories of people murdered on deserted islands
dressed in jean shorts, high tops and tube socks
holding a rifle, with a life full of drama like tupac’s
jumping off roof tops drunk after i do shots
landing in someone’s backyard getting chewed up by two rotts
i got a new watch and two rings with huge rocks
this rap shit got cash coming out the blue like nude cops
i use to sell pizza’s, now i got twelve visa’s
so tell jesus i’m gonna quit sending when hell freezes

[chorus]
that’s why my brain is out of order
that’s probley why my nights are getting colder and my day seems shorter
but as the world turns and i keep growing older
i be living this hip hop till hell freezes over
bitch till hell freezes over
i be living this hip hop till hell freezes over
and as the world turns and i keep growing older
i be living this hip hop till hell freezes…over

yo i use to be to heavy in that cruising rap shit crap
i think i fucked my head up listing to acid rap
i go to party’s bumping nasty nas’s new song
and smoke pot till i get high and i stare at shit for too long
like this weed is laced aint, it taste tainted
your whole place fainted, i woke up with my face painted
spaced out like sci-fi t.v
fuck icp buy my cd
cause while i’m screaming while i’m handing out promo tapes of my debut
telling bitches let me eat your pussy while i shave you
aint no shame in my game i turn the party out
making everybody shout for the rapper with potty mouth

[chorus]
that’s why my brain is out of order
that’s probley why my nights are getting colder and my day seems shorter
but as the world turns and i keep growing older
i be living this hip hop till hell freezes over
bitch till hell freezes over
i be living this hip hop till hell freezes over
and as the world turns and i keep growing older
i be living this hip hop till hell freezes…over

uh, uh uh uh uh
ah ah ah ah
uh uh uh uh
ah ah ah ah
uh uh uh uh(dr.dre)
ah ah ah ah(slim shady) (outsiders

i’m the illest rapper to hold a cordless
patrolling corners
looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
i’m meaner in action
than rosco beating james todd senior
and smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
i grew up in the wild hood
as a hazardous youth
with a fucked up childhood
that i used as an excuse
and aint shit changed
but kept the same mindstate
since the third time that i failed 9th grade
you probably think that i’m a negative person don’t be so sure of it
i don’t promote violence i just encourage it
i laugh at the sight of death
as i fall down a cement flight of steps
and land inside a bed of spider webs
so throw caution to the wind
you and a friend
can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
shit, why not? blow your brain out
i’m blowing mine out
fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now

it’s only fair to warn
i was born with a set of horns
and metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord
warlord of rap that’ll bash you with a two by four board
and smash into your honda accord
with a 4 door ford
but i’m on tour droppin an accapella
to chop a fella
to mozarella
worse than a hellacopta propella
got you locked in the cella
with your skeleton showing
developing anorexia
while i’m standin next to ya
eating a full course meal watching you starve to death
with an iv in your veins
feeding you liquid darvicet
pumping you full of drugs
pull the plugs
on the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs
who were picked up in an ambulance
and driven
to receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants
and given
a less than 20 percent chance
of living
have a possible placement
as a hospital patient
storing the dead bodies in grandma’s little basement
doctor kevorkian has arrived
to perform an autopsy on you while you scream "i’m still alive!"
driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
and pulling your adams apple out through your mouth
better call the fire department
i’ve hired a arson
to set fire to carpet
and burn up your entire apartment
i’m a liar to start shit
got your bitch wrapped around my dick
so tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit

met a retarded kid named greg with a wooden leg
snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg
go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40
mixed it with alka seltzer and formula 44d
fuck an acid tab i’ll strap the whole sheet to my forehead
wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead
no more said case closed end of discussion
i’m blowin up like spontaneous human combustion
leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
cross the bombas
we blowin up your house killing your parents
and coming back to get your foster mommas
and i’m as good at keeping a promise as nostradamus
cause i aint making no more threats
i’m doing drivebys in tinted corvettes on vietnam war vets
i’m more or less sick in the head
maybe more cause i smoked crack
today, yesterday, and the day before
salvatore
walk the block with a labrador
strapit more corral for war than el salvador
foul style galore
verbal cow manure
coming together like the eyebrow on al b. sure

artist: eminem f/ eye-kyu
eye-kyu: now what you know about a sweet mc, from the 313
none of these skills you bout to see come free
so you wanna be a sweet mc, you gotta become me
if you ever wanna be one see

eminem: man what you know about a sweet mc, in the 313
none of these skills you bout to see come free
so you wanna be a sweet mc, you better become me
if you ever wanna be one see

verse 1: eye-kyu
yo some people say i’m whack, now if that’s right
i’m the freshest whack mc that you ever heard, in your lifetime
my slick a capella sounds clever with the beats
boy i’m the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets
forgot a gold digger’s succubus , my souls thick with ruggedness
with the mic i’m like a dyke, can’t no nigga fuck with this
i got more different strokes than philip drummound
on open mic i bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch)
we elevated to new heights premeditated
let it be that i stated they hate it now that they see that i made it
the escalated can be put to the test of greatness
snatch the heart from mc’s and i ate it
so i take it that’s the reason i’m hated
to represent my temperment
if rap was a dick all you so called hard mc’s would not be impitant
but pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)
harder than ll’s rock the bells, but you is a ho (now)
everything that you collaborate i lacerate
my rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate
at a faster rate, yeah i got something for your ass to hate
i blasterate, and have you all running master gates
and as for face clutching and touching the flows
i got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose
bucking these hoes, i got that shit down to a science
leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance
defiance, no we won’t have that
you want your shit to blow up?
well i’ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack
and blast that shit to kingdom come
then bring them some of this real hip-hop
i drop beats and you ain’t singing or gonna do a thing about
and you all knew from meeko
that you couldn’t hold your own with the strength of lou forigno
so stop that bullshit and flow
yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know

chorus: eminem
so what you know about a sweet mc, in the 313
none of these skills you bout to see come free
so you wanna be a sweet mc, you better become me
if you ever wanna be one see

eye-kyu: now what you know about a sweet mc, from the 313
none of these skills you bout to see come free
so you wanna be the sweet mc, you gotta become me
if you ever wanna be one see

verse 2: eminem
so what, you know about a sweet mc, in the 313
you don’t know shit so when you see one flee
you can be run-d, you’ll never be the mc
i stop the alphabet at s and got it down to a t
i’m sure you’re bound to agree, a sweet mc crashed the spot
i’ll make the roof hot like i was rock master scott
your ass forgot, so just in case you don’t remember me
i’ll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory
it’s either them or me man, kill or be killed
you will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed
my facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity
i’ll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitting
if he’s acting soft and he cowers
he better come cleaner then jay rue jacking off when he showers
you flowers got no clout with a thing
you could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn’t go out with a bang
i showered the slang, simple as a,b,c’s
skip over the d’s and rock the microphone with e’s
dethrone mc’s and i’ma max alone
relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
so facts are known, writers get treated with shocks
i rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks
i’m greeted with flocks, of fellow follower’s singers
you couldn’t make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their
fingers
but you can bring yours let’s see what you got
but don’t front and never try to be what you’re not
cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back
and fuck jill on a hill, but you still ain’t jack

chorus: eye-kyu
so what you know about a sweet mc, from the 313
none of these skills you just seen come free
so you wanna be a sweet mc, you’ll never become me
so you ain’t ever gonna be one see
eminem: so what you know about a sweet mc, in the 313
none of these skills that you just seen come free
so you wanna be a sweet mc, you’ll never become me
so you ain’t ever gonna be one see

(it’s ok, it’s ok, nothin can get in the way)

sometimes i just feel like, quitting i still might
why do i put up this fight, why do i still write
sometimes it’s hard enough just dealin wit real life
sometimes i wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
and show these people what my level of skills like
but i’m still white, sometimes i just hate life
something ain’t right, hit the brake lights
case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like…
uh, da di da , it ain’t my fault
great big eyeballs, my insides crawl
and i clam up(slam) i just slam shut
i just can’t do it, my whole manhood’s
just been stripped, i have just been ripped
so i must then get, off this bus then split
man fuck this shit yo, i’m going the fuck home
world on my shoulders as i run back to this 8 mile road

[chorus]
i’m a man, i’ma make a new plan
time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
time for me to just take matters into my own hands
once i’m over these tracks man i’ma never look back
(8 mile road) and i’m gone, i know right where i’m going
sorry mama i’m grown, i must travel alone
ain’t following no footsteps, i’m making my own
only way i know how to escape from this 8 mile road

i’m walking these train tracks, tryin to regain back
the spirit i had fore i go back to the same crap
to the same plant, in the same pants
tryin to chase rap, gotta move asap
and get a new plan, mommas got a new man
poor little baby sister, she don’t understand
sits in front of the t.v, buries her nose in the pad
and just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
while she colors her big brother, a mother and dad
ain’t no tellin what really goes on in her little head
wish i could be the daddy that neither one of us had
but i keep runnin from something i never wanted so bad
sometimes i get upset, cause i ain’t blew up yet
it’s like i grew up, but i ain’t grow me two nuts yet
don’t got a rep, my step don’t got enough pep
the pressure’s too much, man i’m just tryin’ to do what’s best
and i try, sit alone and i cry
yo i won’t tell no lie, not a moment goes by
that i don’t pray to the sky, please i’m beggin you god
please don’t let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
yo i hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
yo i’m tellin you dawg i’m bailin this trailer tomorrow
tell my mother i love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
say whenever you need me baby i’m never to far
but yo i gotta get out there the only way that i know
and i’ma be back for you the second that i blow
on everything i own, i’ll make it on my own
off to work i go, back to this 8 mile road

[chorus]
i’m a man, gotta make a new plan
time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
time for me to just take matters into my own hands
once i’m over these tracks man i’ma never look back
(8 mile road) and i’m gone, i know right where i’m going
sorry mama i’m grown, i must travel alone
ain’t following no footsteps, i’m making my own
only way i know how to escape from this 8 mile road

[eminem]
you gotta live it to feel it, you didn’t you wouldn’t get it
or see what the big deal is, why it wasn’t it still is
to be walkin this boarder line of detroit city limits
it’s different, it’s a certain significance, a certificate
of authenticity, you’d never even see
but it’s everthing to me, it’s my credibility
you’ve never seen, heard, smelled, or met a real mc
who’s incredible or on the same pedastal as me
but yet still unsigned, having a rough time
sit on the porch wit all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
go to work and serve mc’s in the lunch line
but when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go
who must i show, to bust my flow
where must i go, who must i know
or am i just another crab in the bucket
cause i ain’t havin no luck with this little rabbit so fuck it
maybe i need a new outlet, i’m startin to doubt shit
i’m feelin a little skeptical who i hang out with
i look like a bum, yo my clothes ain’t about shit
at the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit
and it’s cold tryin to travel this road
plus i feel like im always stuck in this battlin mode
my defenses are so up, and one thing i don’t want
is pity from no one, this city is no fun
there is no sun, and it’s so dark
sometimes i feel like im just being pulled apart
from each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends
it’s enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin
sometimes i feel like a robot, sometimes i just know not
what i’m doin i just blow, my head is a stove top
i just explode, the kettle gets so hot
sometimes my mouth just overloads the gas that i don’t got
but i’ve learned, it’s time for me to u-turn
yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
ain’t no falling no next time i meet a new girl
i can no longer play stupid or be immature
i got every ingredient, all i need is the courage
like i already got the beat, all i need is the words
got the urge, suddenly it’s a surge
suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred
time to show these free world leaders i’m three in the third
i am no longer scared now, i’m free as a bird
then i turn and cross over the median curb
hit the burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 mile road

[chorus]
i’m a man, gotta make a new plan
time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
time for me to just take matters into my own hands
once i’m over these tracks man i’ma never look back
(8 mile road) and i’m gone, i know right where i’m going
sorry mama i’m grown, i must travel alone
ain’t following no footsteps, i’m making my own
only way i know how to escape from this 8 mile road