White America Lyrics - The Eminem Show - Eminem

America, hahaha, 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 

I never woulda dreamed in a million years I'd see 

So many motherfuckin' people, who feel like me 

Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs 

It's like a fucking army marching 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 woulda thought, standing in this mirror bleaching my hair 

With some peroxide, reaching 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 musta struck a chord with somebody up in the office 

Cause Congress keep telling me, I ain't causing nothing but problems 

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

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I shoveled shit all my life, and now I'm dumping it on 

White America, I could be one of your kids 

White America, little Eric looks just like this 

White America, Erica loves my shit 

I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get 

White America, I could be one of your kids 

White America, little Eric looks just like this 

White America, Erica loves my shit 

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 woulda sold half 

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

But I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back 

Gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin' studio's at 

When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white 

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No labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up I was like, "Fuck it" 

Until I met Dre, the only one to look past 

Gave me a chance and I lit a fire up under his ass 

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

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

Like damn; we just swapped: sitting back, looking at shit, wow 

I'm like my skin is just starting 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 shit 

I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get 

White America, I could be one of your kids 

White America, little Eric looks just like this 

White America, Erica loves my shit 

I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get 

See the problem is, I speak to suburban kids 

Who otherwise woulda never knew these words exist 

Whose mom's probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss 

'til I created so much motherfuckin' turbulence 

Straight out the tube, right into your living rooms I came 

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 

Searching with a fine tooth comb, it's like this rope 

Waiting to choke; tightening around my throat 

Watchin' me while I write this, like I don't like this, NOPE! 

All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working 

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 starting to blossom 

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

Actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch or say faggot, shit 

Just look at me like I'm your closest pal 

The posterchild, the motherfuckin' 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 shit 

I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get 

White America, I could be one of your kids 

White America, little Eric looks just like this 

White America, Erica loves my shit 

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 {flag} and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker 

To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy 

Fuck you Ms. Cheney, Fuck you Tipper Gore 

Fuck you with the free-est of speech 

This Divided States of Embarrassment will allow me to have 

Fuck you! 

Haha, I'm just playing, America 

You know I love you