Baby - Eminem

One thousand different houses and Münchhausen

I’mma make you wanna punch out some-fucking-one

«Ouch!"What the fuck’d you hit me for?

Scream «life"as I punch counter and bunches out of anger

I once encountered a stranger

In a dumb gown, black hood

With a scythe

Shit I laughed in his face spit

Bitch gave me an extra life, like «Take this!»

Now get your ass back in that game, bitch

Don’t take shit for granted

And don’t take shit, give it!

Only bull you should take is by the horns

A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor

I everlast, pen is mightier than sword

Finish writing then record

Replenish, keep writing more

Nothing’s riding on it but your pride is all you’re fighting for

So you fight, scratch, you claw

Back’s to wall

No one was there to catch you fall

You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off

You grab your balls, like they’re gargantuan and

Ask yourself how fucking bad you want it

Pull out your pass for whooping ass and flash it on 'em

Nobody’s gonna back you in the corner

You’re a hornet

No one’s more ignorant

Than you fuckin' four in the morning

You’re at the laboratory, storming

Like there’s nothing that’s more important

MC’s you better consider this a formal warning

You’re in for it

Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain

And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face?

I ain’t finished, bitch

I meant in half, oil the blades

Nobody wants to play

They say I’m a spoiled little baby

But

Nobody puts baby in the corner

I’m only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad

And gets to throwing a tantrum

He’ll fucking flip on ya

'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner

I’m only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad

And gets to throwing a tantrum

He’ll fucking flip on ya

What goes through an addict’s brain?

Besides static pain and Big Daddy Kane

Breakbeats and words

An erratic train of thought

Like splatter paint

Scatter-brained

Yeah maybe that explains

Why you’re back but don’t rap the same

And you’re looking way thinner

'Cause your hunger got you looking like

They took away dinner (chooka)

«Sugar Ray"Leonard wouldn’t sugar-coat a fucking booger though

Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker’s coat

When you say you’re a chooka what chooka what

Now fling that bitch from your fingertips

Hope it lands on another rap singer’s lips

Who can’t think of shit

Anything of wit, that’s interesting to spit

Who’s king of this fucking English Lit?

Let your middle fingers flip on each hand

While extending this shit

How low can you go?

Lower than Chuck D ho

Hear the bassiness in my voice?

Rocky’s back, where’s my Adrian?

Nobody’s crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius

I’m what Tom Brady is to the patriots to rap

Not a man, I’m a weapon

Who just happened to be a rapper

Who just happen to be on the crapper

When it happened I had an epiphany

In the bathroom, I’d never be the same after

Now I’m back with an appe-tite

For destruction, the fucking recipe for disaster

So let’s eat 'cause I’m famished

Every deed is a dastardly one

Evilish bastard, even you askin' for me to be po-lite

To people’s like me havin' my teeth pulled

Nobody puts baby in the corner

I’m only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad

And gets to throwing a tantrum

He’ll fucking flip on ya

'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner

I’m only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad

And gets to throwing a tantrum

He’ll fucking flip on ya

So step inside a dimension

The demented side of a mind

That’s like an inside of an engine

While I multiply your undivided attention

But be reminded: if I didn’t mention

I lose my mind and my temper

You’ll be the first one

Who finds him offensive

Got him climbing the fences

Lost some time to addiction

But look up rhyme in the dictionary

I’m in the picture

Eminem is the synonym for it

I’m an enigma

Fuck it, let’s get to the meat balls

I’m gonna skip the veg and potatoes

Edumacator they are

Shit legends are made of

Spit treacherous data

Shit that you would say to your worst enemy

This wretched is

What you get when you mix Treach with a Jada

Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman

With methamphetamines in his left hand

And in his right there’s a sledge-hammer

In pajamas, standing in front of a webcam

Beating himself in the head, 'til Russell lets him off Def Jam

Maybe I need my head examed

Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb

Hanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan

I need meds!

Swear to God 'cause if I go off the edge

T.I.

ain’t talking me off a ledge man

Heart throb at a fart, ah nah

More like a smart slob, part blob

That’ll stab you with a sharp object

To the heart and leave claw marks

All over the Wal-Mart walls

Little baby with large balls

Fuck mud slinging, I’m blood flinging

There’s nothing on this fucking Earth better than being

The king of the playground

I hate the swings but I love being an underdog

'Cause when I’m pushed

I end up swinging up

Nobody puts baby in the corner

I’m only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad

And gets to throwing a tantrum

He’ll fucking flip on ya

'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner

I’m only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad

And gets to throwing a tantrum

He’ll fucking flip on ya