Wicked Ways Lyrics - Eminem

I'm getting by with my wicked ways 

I'm loading up and I'm taking names 

I wanna dig my way to hell 

I wanna dig my way to hell 

I'm getting by with my wicked ways 

I'm loading up and I'm taking names 

I wanna dig my way to hell 

I wanna dig my way to hell 

Guess I got a way with words, I could get away with murder 

Ever heard of Aspergers'? It's a rare condition 

It's what you're suffering from 

When you simply don't care if it's an 

80 degree day and there's no fricken air conditioning 

And you can't see the bitch's hair is frizzing 

Cause you got the windows up 

Blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prizm 

The devil ain't on a level same as him 

Picture someone who revels in straight masochism 

And imagine him giving an adjective an ass whooping 

So bad they should put his ass in prison 

A word bully, I verbally abuse verbs 

Like they did something to me personally 

Used to get bullied, so I'd cut class and ditch it 

Now I bully rap, I'm the shit, faggot (sniff it) 

Cadillac from a K Car 

My ass from a hole in the ground, still can't tell em a-part 

Came straight out the trailer park screaming I'm proud 

To shop at K-Mart and it became art 

And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as they are 

To this day I, still get in fights with the same broad 

At the same Walmart arguing over the same cart 

In the middle of the aisle whilin' 

I don't give a fuck I don't play! 

Bitch you think you saw this basket first? 

You're ass backwards like motherfucking Bob and Silent Jay 

Illest shit you could think I would say 

Mind's like a pile of clay 

When's the last time that you saw a villain with a cape 

Ripped a gaping hole in it 

Flipped out, ripped down the drapes 

Tied 'em around my neck 

Went down the fire escape of the Empire State 

Slipped, fell straight down to the ground 

Splattered all over the entire state 

And straight to hell, got impaled by the gates 

Saw Satan, stuck his face in an ashtray 

While I sashayed around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face 

And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale or being gay little faggot 

But by the way, thoughts are getting darker by the day 

I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent J 

It's a fuckin' miracle to be this lyrical 

Paint my face with clown makeup and a smiley face I'm insane 

Every rhyme I say, sons you like an ultra violet ray 

I'm selling hatred buffet style, all the shit you can eat 

$11.99 so come on and pile a plate 

I'm throwin' down the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise 

With the rhyme I'm spittin' while I'm shittin' on competition 

In the meantime it's always mean time 

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I'm getting by with my wicked ways 

I'm loading up and I'm taking names 

I wanna dig my way to hell 

I wanna dig my way to hell 

I'm getting by with my wicked ways 

I'm loading up and I'm taking names 

I wanna dig my way to hell 

I wanna dig my way to hell 

I've been a career asshole 

I don't see why these people always got my back 

I done said so much fucked up shit, I was born a mistake 

But I was put here not by accident 

I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish 

Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit 

I'm coming to get that quarter back 

Like Ndamukong, the drama can build 

Your mama can ask me for my autograph 

Cause that cougar's a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book 

But I sure would fall for that 

You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight 

When I get on the mic I'mma snap 

Make you wish the ambulance that took me to the hospital 

When I overdosed woulda caught a flat 

If it makes you sick to your stomach acid 

Indigestion, my suggestion's Kaopectate 

If it feels like I'm running away with the game 

It's cause I am, don't speculate, spectate 

All I got is dick for days and insults for decades 

But I get by with my wicked ways 

Lady you can suck a dick til your neck aches 

Cry til you get puffy eyes, red faced 

But I'm leaving on this jet plane 

You ain't fly, you're an airhead 

And I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole, sorry another catchphrase 

But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage overhead space 

Cause it just ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods 

Other words don't try to put your heart in a headcase 

Cause baby, stable mentally I ain't 

I need my meds, I peed my bed 

I'm going blind, I don't see my legs 

I keep on falling down, no wonder you can't stand me, I need my cane 

Someone help me, I think my face is melting 

If you felt these migraines and see these maggots eat my brain 

This G-I-A-N-T hole in my empty head 

If you read my mind, you can see my pain 

And you'd see why I be this way 

Ever since I was knee high playin' with G.I. Joes 

Told these hoes shut their P-I-E holes, now peep my game 

Cause I'm 'bout it 'bout it 

Like a (like a) fucking (fucking) 

Echo (echo)... (Psych) Psycho on a cyclone cycle 

Spiraling, here I go, I'm outta control like no 

Other mic go, stab you til' the knife goes - dull 

I'm nothing but a hole inside your skull where your eye goes 

Coz I'mma sock it to you 

Dyke ho, you don't like it 

Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle 

And ride it like a motorbike 

I'm finna blow the mic the whole night so 

Strike up the fucking maestro, I'm nitro 

And hi ho, hand me my shovel, I'm liable to dig my hole 

Deeper, and it's off to H.E double hockey sticks I go 

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I'm getting by with my wicked ways 

I'm loading up and I'm taking names 

I wanna dig my way to hell 

I wanna dig my way to hell 

I'm getting by with my wicked ways 

I'm loading up and I'm taking names 

I wanna dig my way to hell 

I wanna dig my way to hell 

Ohh please be empty, please be empty, please be empty 

Thank you, God 

Shit... 

Is that a girl? 

I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a cock in my mouth 

And get my balls blew out, and get gay into the A.M 

And lay with 18 guys naked and let myself show, let myself show 

Buttfuck it, suck it, pull it, tug it 

Life's too short to not stroke your bone 

So everybody, everybody 

Circle jerk, touch my body 

Who is that? Where are you going? Come back 

Why does everyone always leave me? 

Hello? Fuck you then 

Blow it out your ass