White America (Explicit) - Eminem

Lyrics by：Jeff Bass/Steve King/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto

Composed by：Jeff Bass/Steve King/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto

America ha ha ha we love you

How many people are proud to be citizens

Of this beautiful country of ours the stripes and the stars

For the rights that men have died for to protect

The women and men who have broke their necks

For the freedom of speech the United States government has sworn to uphold

Or so we're told

Yo I want everybody to listen to the words of this song

I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see

So many motherf**kin' people who feel like me

Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs

It's like a f**kin' army marchin' in back of me

So many lives I touched so much anger aimed

In no particular direction just sprays and sprays

And straight through your radio waves it plays and plays

'Til it stays stuck in your head for days and days

Who would've thought standin' in this mirror bleachin' my hair

With some peroxide reachin' for a t-shirt to wear

That I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this

How could I predict my words would have an impact like this

I must've struck a chord with somebody up in the office

'Cause Congress keep tellin' me I ain't causin' nothin' but problems

And now they're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government

I'm lovin' it I shoveled s**t all my life and now I'm dumpin' it on

White America I could be one of your kids

White America Little Eric looks just like this

White America Erica loves my s**t

I go to TRL look how many hugs I get

Yah

White America I could be one of your kids

White America Little Eric looks just like this

White America Erica loves my s**t

I go to TRL look how many hugs I get

Look at these eyes baby blue baby just like yourself

If they were brown Shady'd lose Shady sits on the shelf

But Shady's cute Shady knew Shady's dimples would help

Make ladies swoon baby

Ooh baby

Look at my sales

Let's do the math if I was black I would've sold half

I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that

But I could rap so f**k school I'm too cool to go back

Give me the mic show me where the f**kin' studio's at

When I was underground no one gave a f**k I was white

No labels wanted to sign me almost gave up I was like

"F**k it" until I met Dre the only one to look past

Gave me a chance and I lit a fire up under his a*s

Helped him get back to the top every fan black that I got

Was prob'ly his in exchange for every white fan that he's got

Like d**n we just swapped sittin' back lookin' at s**t wow

I'm like my skin is it startin' to work to my benefit now

It's

White America I could be one of your kids

White America Little Eric looks just like this

White America Erica loves my s**t

I go to TRL look how many hugs I get

Yah

White America I could be one of your kids

White America Little Eric looks just like this

White America Erica loves my s**t

I go to TRL look how many hugs I get

See the problem is I speak to suburban kids

Who otherwise would've never knew these words exist

Whose moms prob'ly would've never gave two squirts of piss

'Til I created so much motherf**kin' turbulence

Straight out the tube right into your livin' rooms I came

And kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre

That's all it took and they were instantly hooked right in

And they connected with me too because I looked like them

That's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope

Searchin' with a fine tooth comb it's like this rope

Waitin' to choke tightenin' around my throat

Watchin' me while I write this like "I don't like this note"

All I hear is lyrics lyrics constant controversy

Sponsors workin' 'round the clock to try to stop my concerts early

Surely hip-hop was never a problem in Harlem only in Boston

After it bothered the fathers of daughters startin' to blossom

So now I'm catchin' the flak from these activists when they raggin'

Actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a b***h or say "faggot" s**t

Just look at me like I'm your closest pal

The poster child the motherf**kin' spokesman now for

White America I could be one of your kids

White America Little Eric looks just like this

White America Erica loves my s**t

I go to TRL look how many hugs I get

Yah

White America I could be one of your kids

White America Little Eric looks just like this

White America Erica loves my s**t

I go to TRL look how many hugs I get

So to the parents of America I am the Derringer

Aimed at little Erica to attack her character

The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns

Sent to lead the March right up to the steps of Congress

And piss on the lawns of the White House

To burn the *galf* and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker

To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy

F**k you Ms. Cheney f**k you Tipper Gore

F**k you with the freest of speech

This Divided States of Embarrassment will allow me to have

F**k you

Ha ha ha I'm just playin' America

You know I love you