Love Game Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers Lp 2 - Eminem

Somethin's burnin', I can't figure out what 

It's either lust or a cloud of dust 

Judgement is clouded, must just be the powder from the power of love 

But I'm in somethin' I don't know how to get out of 

Left my girl in the house alone 

Is that my soon to be spouse's moan 

And the further I walked the louder 

I paused for a minute to make something, that's what I heard 

Cuz after all this is her place 

So I gave her the benefit of the doubt 

Think I might be about Busta Busta 

The thought's so scary, yo that it hurts, brace 

Hope it ain't, there we go, yo 

Cause my head already goes to worst case scenario, though, in the first place 

But you confirmed my low end theory, though 

Should've known when I made it all the way to third base 

And that was only the first date, coulda made it to home plate 

But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first 

No, you don't, under, stand, I, don't, do this for 

Anyone, ever, Yeah that ain't what they all say 

I'll say it, you can suck a softball through a straw, used to be my fiance 

'Til you sucked on Wayne, Andre, and Kanye 

Lebron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e 

Polow Tha Don, Drake, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwame 

Guess I'm gettin my goddamn Jigga on 

Cause your name, I'm beyond sayin' 

But fuck it, I'm movin' on, you women are all cray 

But I'll probably always keep on playin' the game of 

Love, love, love, love 

L-l, l-l-l-love 

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She doesn't love me, no she don't love me no more 

She hates my company, yeah she don't love me no more 

I tried to get her up out of my head as my bags hit the door 

She screamed she loves me like she never did before 

x2 

I told that bitch 

I'm a sucker for love, you're a sucker for dick 

Suckin' dick in your momma's tub 'til your granny walked in 

Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water, he drowned 

Like an abortion, they booked you for manslaughter 

You beat the case and I called you 

"Sherane is not available now leave a message at the tone 

And Kendrick don't forget to buy two pair of those 

Expensive heels, you little fuckin' ferris wheel 

Fuckin' spendin' on me, fuck you think we gon' get married still? 

Fuckin' Mary had a little lamb, this ain't no fairy tale 

Fairy godmomma better tell you how I fuckin' feel 

Like you should fuckin' beat it or fuckin' eat it while I'm on my period 

Now have a blessed day" 

Bitch you serious? I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious 

Why you ain't fuckin' with me, you cut me up, a Caesarean 

You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I'm delirious 

I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman 

After the dillinger hit'em diligently and killin' him 

His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem 

That's analogy and metaphor for yah 

I should win a medal for all the ways I adore yah 

This is me talkin' poetry, yeah I got some home trainin' 

That ain't what you like, ain't it? What about if I was famous 

As Marshall, would you give fellatio in the carpool 

Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle, singin' 

I hope she's good enough, meanwhile you're chasin' her 

Chlamydia couldn't even get rid of her 

Pity the fool that pity the fool in me, I'mma live with the game of 

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Love, love, love, love 

L-l, l-l-l-love 

She doesn't love me, no she don't love me no more 

She hates my company, yeah she don't love me no more 

I tried to get her up out of my head left my bags hit the door 

She screamed she loves me like she never did before 

x2 

So needless to say I'm feeling betrayed 

Snatched my housekey off my keychain 

She jumped off, Wee-Bey from The Wire, escape 

Now she's chasin' me with a cheese grater 

Here goes that broken record, cliche, it's all my fault anyway 

She's turnin' the tables, I'm a beat-break 

Treats my face like seratos, she cuts and scratches like a DJ 

Each day is an instant replay 

They sayin' we display cinethematic abatic behavior 

Back together but forgot today was her b-day, cut me off on the freeway 

Simple misunderstandin' but just as I went to slam on the brakes 

Then I realized that she may be as crazy as me, wait 

Bitch cut my fuckin' brakeline, stepped on them fuckers 8 times 

Still goin' 73, thank God there's an exit coming up 

But them other F-U-C-K's all would of hit the off ramp 

So I coast into a gosh damned aww hit a fuckin' tree 

Now here she comes at full speed, she's racin' at me 

Okay you wanna fuck with me, eh? 

Snatch the bitch out her car through the window, she screamin' 

I body slam her onto the cement, until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole 

Bury this stink ho in it, then payed to have the street re-paved 

Fuck, woke up in a dream state in a cold sweat 

Like I got hit with a freeze ray durin' a heat wave 

Guess I eventually caved though, cause she's layin' next to me in bed 

Directly aimin' a gat at my head 

Woke up again and jumped up like fuck it, I've had it, I'm checkin' into rehab 

I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy 

Every girl I've ever had either says I got to much baggage 

Or I'm too fucking dramatic 

Man what the fuck is the matter? I'm just a fucking romantic 

I fucking love you, you fucking bitch! 

Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex 

I actually set off a chain reaction, a tragic event 

I said "hit the road" and after she left 

I sent that bitch a text 

I said "be careful driving, don't read this and have a accident" 

She glanced to look at it and write, too bad 

Thought we had a connect 

No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case 

Than a model covered in L'Oreal and mace, who fell from grace 

Eleven stories for story telling but the whore was yelling "rape" 

So the vocal cords were swelling 

And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spelling's face 

Still they swarm the gates and my fans making stakes 

To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace 

Unless you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date, don't be late 

Well the sentiments great, but wait then there's been a mistake 

You want an intimate date, I wanna intimidate 

I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of 

Wait dinner at eight 

I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of 

Love, love, love, love 

L-l, l-l-l-love