
Eminem @ MindSay 
All I know is I don't want to follow in the footsteps of my dad,
Cause I hate him so bad.
The worst fear that I had was growin' up to be like his fucking ass.
YEAH WE FUCKED. BITCH, SO WHAT?
That's about as far as your "buddy" goes.
Only reason I dissed you in the first place, is cause you denied seeing me
Now I’m pissed off
Sit back homey, relax, in fact grab a six pack
Kick back while I kick facts
Yeah Dre’s sick track, perfect way to get back
Wanna hear something wick wack?
I got the exact same tat that’s on Nick’s back
I’m obsessed now
Oh gee, is that supposed to be me in the video with the goatee
Wow Mariah, I didn’t expect her to go balls out
Bitch, shut the fuck up before I put all them phone calls out you made to my house when you was wild n out before Nick
When you was on my dick and give you somethin to smile about
How many times you fly to my house? Still trying to count
Better shut your lying mouth if you don’t want Nick finding out
You probably think cuz it’s been so long if I had something on you I woulda did it by now
Oh on the contrary, Mary Poppins, I’m mixing our studio session down and sending it to mastering to make it loud
Enough dirt on you to murder you
This is what the fuck I do
Mariah, it ever occur to you that I still have pictures?
However you prefer to do and that goes for you Nick too, faggot
You think I’m scared of you?
You gonna ruin my career you better get one
Like I’ma sit and fight with you over some slut bitch cunt who made me put up with her psycho ass over 6 months and only spread her legs to let me hit once
Yeah, what you gonna say? I’m lucky? Tell the public that I was so ugly that you fucking had to be drunk to fuck me?
Second base? What the fuck you tell Nick, punk?
In the second week we were dry humping. It’s gotta count for something
Listen, girly. Surely you don’t want me to talk about how I nutted early cause I ejaculated prematurely and bust all over your belly, and you almost started hurling and said I was gross, go get a towel you’re stomachs curling. Or maybe you do.
But if I’m embarrassing me, I’m embarrassing you and don’t you dare say it isn’t true
As long as the song’s getting airplay I’m dissing you
I’m a hair away from getting carried away and getting sued
I was gonna stop at 16. That was 32. This is 34 bars. We ain’t even a third of the way through
Damn, Slim. Mariah played you. Mariah who?
Oh did I say ”whore”, Nick? I meant a liar too
Like I’ve been goin off on you all this time for no reason
Girl you out ya alcholic mind. Check ya wine cellar. Look at the amounts of all the wine
Like I fucking sit around and think about you all the time
I just think this shit is funny when I pounce you on a rhyme
But fuck it now I’m about to draw the line
And for you to cross it that’s a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb
I can describe areas of your house you wouldn’t find on an episode of Cribs
A blow below the ribs if I hear another word so don’t go opening your jibs cause every time you do it’s just another load of fibs
I ain’t saying this shit again, ho. You know what it is.
It’s a warning shot before I blow up ya whole spot
Call my bluff and I’ll release every fucking thing I got
Including the voicemails right before you flipped your top
When me and Luis were tryin’ to stick two CD’s in the same spot
(Slim Shady ….. I love you)
I love you too
Let me whisper sweet nothings into your ear, boo. Now what you say?
(It’s nothing)
Yes and what I'll do is refresh your memory when you said "I want you"
Now should I keep going or should we call truce?
(You think you’re cute, right? Hahaha)
You bet your sweet ass I do
(I’m Mary Poppins, B)
And I’m Superman, mmm
(Mary P. Slim Shady)
Comin’ at you
So if you’ll still be my (babygirl)
Then I’ll still be your (Superhero, Wilma M.)
Yeah, I’m right here
(You like this)
Nope. Not anymore, Dear.
It cuts like a (knife) when I tell ya get a (life)
But I’m movin on with mine
Nick, is that your (wife)
Well tell her to shut her mouth then I’ll leave her alone
If she don’t (sing this script) then I’ma just keep goin
(I see Mary Ann. Mary Ann’s saying "cut the tape, cut the tape". Knife!)
Some days I just wanna up and call it quits,
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits,
My life's like one great big ball of shit,
If I could just put it all in to all I spit,
Instead I always try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at this wall and shit,
While I sit-- writers block-- sick of all this shit,
Can't call it shit.
All I know is I'm about to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of
This is it, last straw, that’s all, that’s it.
I'm about to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm a make your hair sit up,
Yeah sit up, I'm a tell you who I be,
I'm a make you hate me cause you ain't me.
You wait, it ain't to late to finally see,
What you close minded fucks were to blind to see.
Whoever finds me, is gonna get a finders fee.
Out this world and ain't no one out their mind as me.
You need peace of mind? Here's a piece of mine.
All I need's a line, but sometimes,
I don't always find the words to rhyme,
To express how I'm really feeling at that time.
I'm desperate at my desk, if I could just get the rest
of this shit off my chest again.
Stuck in this slump,
Can't think of nothing.
Fuck, I'm stumped,
But wait here comes something-- NOPE.
It's not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
Crinkle it up and throw that shit out.
I'm afraid, but why am I afraid?
Fuck this clock, I'm a make them eat this watch.
Don't believe me? Watch.
I'm a win this race,
and I'm a come back and rub my shit in your face, BITCH.
I found my niche, you gonna hear my voice,
Till you sick of it --you ain't gonna have a choice.
| This week has seen Brandy gain some level of legal closure over compensation for a 2006 car accident that left a woman dead (see Grind Mode Connect 'News' section). However, she has still to finally settle with the woman's husband who refused $1.2 million in compensation for the accident. This instance may point to the man not having really dealt with the tragic loss of his wife. Then again it may point to a feeling that he can gain more financially. While we can speculate, we cannot know the true reasons behind the husband's refusal of compensation. However there does seem to be a spate of celebrity suing - often for far more trivial matters. Whether it is Justin Timberlake's restaurant, Kanye West losing his temper at LAX or Michael Jackson's concerts - a lawsuit never seems too far behind - regardless of whether the celebrity are themselves at fault or not.
While real grievances should be taken through the courts and awarded relevant compensation, could it be that we are going slightly overboard with the whole thing?
I can just imagine it now; there I am walking down the street, looking down to check my phone, when I notice a shadow fall across me. Before I have a chance to fully look up or react I have encountered Puffy (or 'Diddy' - call him what you will), who accidentally steps upon my new trainers (that's "sneakers" in America). Stopping to assess the damage I notice that he has creased the leather on one toe and scuffed the outer layer slightly. What's worse is that he seems to have also crushed my foot very slightly. Hobbling to a low wall I sit down and gingerly remove my shoe and sock. Yes! There it is! A slight graze on my foot. I quickly take a picture before shouting, "I'll see you in court" at the rapidly retreating mogul, my $80 shoe quickly turning to potential millions before my eyes.
OK - I'm joking and of course such a case would never stand up (would it?). Plus I would actually be too ashamed to carry it out. But there are certainly those out there who see celebrities as paydays; whether it is the victims themselves or, perhaps more frequently, at the behest of 'concerned' friends and relatives. It is a shame that sometimes regular mistakes are followed up by victorious legal action. We put our celebrities on a pedestal and then act hurt when they fall from grace, forgetting that for all their talents they are people like us. Their egos may be a little expanded at times (that's the fame) but ultimately they share the same basic hopes and dreams as everyone else. In our 100-mile-an-hour culture of instant celebrity and instant money (without the effort?) it is all too easy to see the dollar signs, but integrity can't be bought. Like respect, it needs to be earned.
I hope that Awatef Aboudihaj's husband, Marouane Hdidou, can find peace over the loss of his wife due to Brandy's car crash - but I also hope that such a real tragedy can help put the frivolous claims of others into perspective...
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