Tone Deaf (Explicit) - Eminem

Lyrics by：M Mathers/L. Resto

Composed by：M Mathers/L. Resto

Yeah I'm sorry

Huh

What did you say

Oh I can't hear you

I have an ear inf**ktion and I c**t finger it out

Out

Yeah

I need Auto-Tune

Yeah

It's my alter ego's fault

These evil thoughts could be so dark

Cerebral palsy three Zolofts

I eat doze off to "Rico Suave"

Look it up

Cadillac with a ladder rack in the back

With a cracked axel a backpack full of Paxil

A black satchel a knapsack and a flask full of 'gnac and Jack Daniels

Girl let's go back-back to my castle

Yeah

I don't wanna hassle you Alexandra

But my d**k's an acronym 'cause it stands for you

Stands for you oh

Wait Alexandra who

D**n

All I know is Friday I met you

What

Saturday I'll probably forget you

Guess that's what the Molly and ex do

What the f**k

'Cause who the f**k am I laying next to

Huh

But ever since D-Nice To Tha Rescue Fila Fresh Crew

Uh

I been a lab rat

Yeah

From a test tube

Uh

I'm goin' in-nn like the red roof

Red Roof Inn

You don't like it eat a cock 'til your jaw breaks

Yeah

Call it caught between a rock and a hard place

Like a sasquatch in a crawlspace

'Cause you're watchin' your heart race like you're Scarface

In a car chase with the cops or an arcade

Stuck inside of a Mario Kart race duckin' saw blades

At a stop and a start pace

What I'm tryin' to say is I'm drivin' 'em all crazy

I can't understand a word you say

I'm tone-deaf

I think this way I prefer to stay

I'm tone-deaf

I won't stop even when my hair turns grey

I'm tone-deaf

'Cause they won't stop until they cancel me

Yeah yeah

I see the rap game then attack the verses

Uh

Turn into a graveyard packed with hearses

Yeah

Just like your funeral I'm at your service

What

Pockets 'on stuff' like a taxidermist

Woo

Just landed in Los Angeles when this chick Angela

And her grandmother in a tan

Colored van pull up with a handful of Xans

And a substantial amount of gan' just to ask what my

Plans

Plans for the night are

Yeah

I said "Sneak into the Sleep Inn for the weekend

And pretend it's a five-star" yeah

Or leap into the deep end of the pool

I can show you where the dives are

Get it

Ha

We don't even gotta drive far

I know this spot that is so live

But I'm tryna get some head first

What

Like a nosedive

Haha

So many side chicks

Can't decide which to slide with and which should I ditch

So when it comes to a*s b***h I get behind like the Heimlich

Get behind yeah

Had one chick who liked to flip sometimes on some switchin' sides s**t

Pushed her out the Sidekick

Then I flipped the lil' white b***h off like a light switch

B***h

It's okay not to like my s**t

Everything's fine drink your wine b***h

And get offline quit whinin' this is just a rhyme b***h

Rhyme b***h

But ask me will I stick to my guns

Guns

Like adhesive tape

Adhesive tape

Does Bill Cosby sedate once he treats to cheesecake and a decent steak

Huh

You think gettin' rid of me's a piece of cake

I'm harder than findin' Harvey Weinstein a date

D**n

And that's why they say I got more lines than Black Friday

So save that ssss**t for the d**n library

Shh

You heard of Kris Kristofferson

Yeah

Well I am Piss Pissedofferson

Oh

Paul's askin' for Christmas off again

I said "No" then I spit this song for him

It goes

I can't understand a word you say

I'm tone-deaf

I think this way I prefer to stay

I'm tone-deaf

I won't stop even when my hair turns grey

I'm tone-deaf

'Cause they won't stop until they cancel me

Yeah yeah yeah

B***h I can make "orange" rhyme with "banana"

Yeah

Bornana

Eating pork rinds sword fightin' in pajamas

At the crib playin' Fortnite with your grandma

But I'm more like a four-five with the grammar

'Bout to show you why your five favorite rappers can't touch this

But before I get the hammer

I should warn you I'm Thor-like in this manner

Thor

But the day I lose sleep over you critiquin' me or

I ever let you cocksuckers eat at me

I'd need to be a motherf**kin' pizzeria

But you ain't gettin' no cheese from me

I went from Little Caesars BLTses grilled cheeses

Bein' dirt poor to filthy rich I'm still me b***h

Like a realtor that's real tea/realty b***h

Real talk

Aftermath b***h whole camp's lit

We put out fire Dre stamps it

With my cohorts hit a bogart

Yeah got your whole squad yellin' "Oh God"

Here comes Barshall with no holds barred

B***h I'm a hurricane you're a blowhard

Like your old broad she full of semen/sea men

Like the coast guard

And life's been pretty good to me so far

Yeah

For the most part

Had a couple of run-ins with po-po caught

A couple assault charges got a few priors

Priers

Like crowbars

Priors

Which is so odd 'cause I'm forty-eight now

That 5-0's startin' to creep up on me like a patrol car

Woo

I'll be an old fart but you don't want no part

So b***h don't start

Don't start

Simmer down compose yourself Mozart

I ain't went nowhere call me coleslaw

'Cause I'm out for the cabbage and I'm so raw

And if time is money you have no clocks

And any folk caught within close proximity's gettin' cold-cocked

My enemies I'm a chimney give me the smoke opps

And R.I.P. to King Von and it don't stop and I know not

What the f**k you say

I told y'all it ain't me it's my alter ego's fault

But if y'all wanna cancel me no prob

I'll tell you the same thing I told Paul

Woo

I can't understand a word you say

I'm tone-deaf

I think this way I prefer to stay

I'm tone-deaf

I won't stop even when my hair turns grey

I'm tone-deaf

'Cause they won't stop until they cancel me

I'm tone-deaf