Dont Approach Me Lyrics - Eminem

Cause you don't know me, I don't know you 

So don't approach me, I won't approach you 

And don't insult me, I won't insult you 

Cause you don't know what I will or I won't do 

Cause you don't know me, I don't know you 

So don't approach me, I won't approach you 

And don't insult me, I won't insult you 

Cause you don't know what I will or I won't do 

Make no mistake, I'm the Golden State heavyweight 

Bein underrated gave me time to create it 

Can you relate? I renovate, straight out the gate 

Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin but hate 

Millionaires snatchin crumbs off my little son plate 

Kidnapped, locked in a trunk, get shot in the face 

No hoes, no clothes, no one showin up for my shows 

You know how it goes; I might as well kick it at home 

But my baby momma hate my guts and can't stand me (yeah) 

Packed up, moved out, started a new family 

So all this strugglin for what, so I can blow up 

marry a slut but can't watch my seed grow up? 

FUCK THAT, this the fuckin thanks I get 

for tryin to edutain assholes and feed my bitch 

Yo I feel like my whole life is upside down (upside down) 

cause you seein more support than I'm seein my child 

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It's like. 

Everyday I wake up, another drama 

It's a wonder I'm alive, survivin this karma 

If I can hold on to my private life for five minutes longer 

I might get my wife to let go of this knife and just calm her 

without these cameras in our faces like animals 

for your Channel 2 Action News to follow our ambulence up the avenue 

and catch a glimpse of all the suicide attempts 

and what we do in private since they won't let us put up a fence 

And you wonder why I carry every gun under the sun 

whether it's unloaded full or an un-registered one 

No bullet, you're so full of shit 

this clip is so full it'll spit if I don't pull it 

And don't give me no bullshit I'm not in the mood 

I just got in a feud in some parkin lot with a dude 

over Kim and she just slit both of her wrists over the shit 

Don't tell me bout the show business shit 

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I know what this is, bitch 

Cause you don't know me, I don't know you 

So don't approach me, I won't approach you 

And don't insult me, I won't insult you 

Cause you don't know what I will or I won't do 

Cause you don't know me, I don't know you 

So don't approach me, I won't approach you 

And don't insult me, I won't insult you 

Cause you don't know what I will or I won't do 

This ain't business, this is personal BITCH 

You don't know Xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissed 

I had a very FUCKED UP day, I'm needin this fit 

Shuttin motherfuckers up like they pleadin the 5th 

Yo Em it's time to get serious with it (yeah) 

Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skillet 

This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugs 

Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us 

Ain't no love lost my niggaz, relax yo'self 

I'm about to snatch it all and start spreadin the wealth 

To my niggaz who never seen it I mean it when I holla 

at the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved ones 

Got, tons of ammo to crack your enamel 

Changin your channel, you played like a fuckin piano 

Ridin slow through Cali like I'm ridin a camel 

Millionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their flannels 

I feel like, Tony Soprano, who do I trust now? 

Just hit me on my tele' nigga soon as I touch down 

Spit lines to split spines just to get mine 

Big behind bitches gettin dick to spit shine 

Sniff lines of coke, that's the only shit that make you dope 

Bitch-ass nigga that's droppin the soap 

Get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-grip 

and turn til you motherfuckers tell me the right shit 

So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself 

a front door with twelve locks 

and have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox 

and everytime somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops? 

Fuck that, I protect myself with these twelve shots 

and one in the chamber, gun in the waist 

and one in the ankle, waitin for someone to come to my place 

tryin to walk up and knock like these cocksuckers are not 

gonna get a shotgun or a glock shoved in their face? 

And it's a disgrace Hailey can't play with her toys 

in the front yard without you drivin by honkin your horn 

screamin some shit, leanin out your windows, beepin n shit 

Or pullin up in my drive like I won't leap in your whip 

And so these kids tell their friends and relatives where I live 

so my address ends up on the internet again 

So then, I do an interview with Spin, tellin them 

that if someone comes to my crib, I'ma shove a gun in their ribs 

And reporters, blow it out of proportion 

"Oh, now he's pullin guns on his fans 

just for tryin to stand on his porch" 

And I'm the bad guy, cause I don't answer my door like "Hey hi! 

You guys wants some autographs? Okay, form a straight line!" 

Sometimes I feel like loadin this rifle 

and climbin the roof at night and hidin outside to snipe you 

It's not that I don't like you. 

it's just that I'm not behind the mic 

I'm a person who's just like you