Baby (Explicit) - Eminem

Lyrics by：Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/Mike Strange

Composed by：Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/Mike Strange

Produced by：Eminem/Luis Resto

One thousand different houses and Münchausen I'ma make you

Wanna punch out some-*******-one

"Ouch what the **** you hit me for"

Screamed life as I punch counter in bunches out of anger

I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown

Black hoodie with a scythe **** I laughed in his face spit

***** gave me an extra life like "Take this

Now get your a*s back in that game ***** don't take ****

For granted and don't take **** 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 writin' then record replenish keep writin' more

Nothing's ridin' on it but your pride that's all you're fightin' for

So you fight scratch you claw backs 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 ******* bad you want it

Pull out your badge for whoopin' a*s and flash it on 'em

Nobody's gonna back you in the corner you're a hornet

No one's more ignorant than you ******* four in the mornin'

You're at the laboratory stormin' like there's nothin' that's more important

Emcees you better consider this a formal warnin' 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 ***** I meant "in half" oil the blades

Nobody wants to play they say I'm a spoiled lil' baby but

Nobody puts baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll ******* flip on ya

'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll ******* 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 brain

Yeah maybe that explains why you're back but don't rap the same

Yeah

And you're lookin' way thinner 'cause your hunger got you lookin' like

They took away dinner

Chicka

"Sugar Ray" Leonard

Wouldn't sugar-coat a ******* booger though

Just to wipe that ***** on a hooker's coat

When you say you're a

Chicka

What

Chicka

GOAT

Now fling that ***** from your fingertips hope it lands on

Another rap singer's lips who can't think of **** anything of wit

That's interesting to spit yo who's king of this ******* English lit

Let your middle fingers flip on each hand while extendin' the ****

How low can you go

Lower than Chuck D ho

Hear the bassiness in my voice

Rocky's back where my Adrian's

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

I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots

To rap I'm 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 and a ******* recipe for disaster

So let's eat 'cause I'm famished every deed is a dastardly

One evilest 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 throwin' a tantrum

He'll ******* flip on ya

'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll ******* flip on ya

So step inside a dimension 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 climbin' the fences lost some time to addiction

But look up "rhyme" in the dictio-nary I'm in the picture

"Eminem" is the synonym for it I'm an enigma

**** it let's get to the meatballs I'm gonna skip the

Veg and potatoes edumacator

They are

**** legends are made of spit treacherous data

**** 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 metham-

-phetamines in each left hand in each right is a sledgehammer

In pajamas standin' in front of a webcam

Beatin' themselves in the head 'til Russell lets him off Def Jam

Maybe I need my head exam-ed Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb

Hangin' from his ceiling drippin' with a bed pan

I need meds swear to God 'cause if I go off the edge

T.I. ain't talkin' me off the ledge man

Heart-throb that'll fart ah nah

More like a smart slob part blob that'll stab you with a sharp ob-

-ject to the heart and leave claw marks all over the Wal-

-Mart walls little baby with large balls

**** mud-slingin' I'm blood-flingin'

There's nothing on this ******* Earth better than bein' the

King of the playground I hate the swings but I love bein'

An underdog 'cause when I'm pushed I end up swingin'

Ah

Nobody puts baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll ******* flip on ya

'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll ******* flip on ya