Baby Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers Lp 2 - Eminem

One thousand different houses and munchausen 

I'mma make you wanna punch out some fuckin' 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 privates are you're fighting 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 fucking bad you want it 

Pull out your pants, whoop your ass and flash it on em' 

Nobodies gonna back you in the corner 

Throw a hornet 

No one's more ig-norant then 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 

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But 

Nobody put's baby in the corner 

I'm only trying to warn ya 

Cus that baby get's mad 

And get's to throwing a tantrum 

He'll fucking flip on ya 

Cus' nobody put's baby in the corner 

I'm only trying to warn ya 

Cus that baby get's mad 

And get's to throwing a tantrum 

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He'll fucking flip on ya 

What goes through an addict's brain? 

Besides static pain and big daddy kane 

Break, beats and words 

An erratic train of thought 

Like splatter paint 

Scatter brain 

Yeah maybe why that explains 

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

And you're looking way thinner 

Because your hunger got you looking like 

They took away dinner 

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 

I hope it lands on another rap singers lips 

Who can't think of shit 

Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit 

Whose king of this fucking English Lit? 

Let your middle fingers flip 

On each hand, whilst extending this shit 

How low can you go? 

Lower then Chuck D ho 

Hear the bass of this in my voice 

Rocky's back, where's my Adrian? 

Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million mile radius 

I'm what Tom Brady is to the patriots of 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 apper-tite 

For destruction the fucking recipe for disaster 

So let's eat cos' I'm famished 

Every deed is a dastardly one 

Evil its past it 

Even you asking for me to be pulled 

Like to people 

Is like me having my teeth pulled 

Nobody put's baby in the corner 

I'm only trying to warn ya 

Cus that baby get's mad 

And get's to throwing a tantrum 

He'll fucking flip on ya 

Cus' nobody put's baby in the corner 

I'm only trying to warn ya 

Cus that baby get's mad 

And get's to throwing a tantrum 

He'll fucking flip on ya 

So step inside of dimension 

The demented side of a mind 

That's like the inside of an engine 

While I multiply your undivided attention 

But be reminded that 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 dictio-nary 

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 

Edgamacater, they are 

Shit legends are madea 

Spit treachreous data 

Shit that you would say to your worst enemy 

This wretchedness is 

What you get when you mix Treach with a Jada 

And combine em' with Method Man and Redman 

Whit meth-amphetamines in his left hand 

And in his right there's a sledge-hammer 

And pajamas, standing in front of a webcam 

Beating himself in the head, til Russell let's him off dead jam 

Maybe I need my head examined 

Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb 

Hanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan 

I need meds! 

Swear to god cus' 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 ob-ject 

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 then being 

King of the playground 

I hate the swings but I love being the underdog 

Cos when I'm pushed 

I end up swinging up 

Nobody put's baby in the corner 

I'm only trying to warn ya 

Cus that baby get's mad 

And get's to throwing a tantrum 

He'll fucking flip on ya 

Cus' nobody put's baby in the corner 

I'm only trying to warn ya 

Cus that baby get's mad 

And get's to throwing a tantrum 

He'll fucking flip on ya