Eminem "Baby" letra

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Baby

[Verse 1]One thousand different houses and MünchausenWill make you wanna punch out some fucking one, ouchWhat the fuck'd you hit me for, scream life as I punch counterAnd bunches out of anger, I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gownBlack hood with a scythe, shit I laughed in his face spitBitch gave me an extra life, like take thisNow get your ass back in that game, bitchDon't take shit for granted and don't take shit, give itOnly bull you should take is by the horns, a mixture of Whitey FordAnd Mighty Thor, I everlast, pen is mightier than swordFinish writing then record, replenish keep writing moreNothing's riding on it, but your pride, that's all you're fighting forSo you fight, scratch, you claw, backs to wall, no one was thereTo catch you fall, you pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket offYou grab your balls, like they're gargantuanAnd ask yourself how fucking bad you want itPull out your badge for whooping assAnd flash it on 'em, nobody's gonna back you in the corner, you're a hornetNo one's more ignorant than you fucking four in the morningYou're at the la-bor-atory, storming like there's nothing that's more importantMC's you better consider this a formal warning, you're in for itGirl, 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 bladesNobody wants to play, they say I'm "a spoiled little baby", but

[Hook]Nobody puts a baby in the cornerI'm only tryna warn yaCause that baby gets madAnd gets to throwing a tantrum, he'll fucking flip on ya, cause (2x)

[Verse 2]What goes through an addict's brain? Besides static painAnd Big Daddy Kane, great beats and words, an erratic trainOf thought like splatter paint, scatter brain yeahMaybe that explains why you're back but you don't rap the sameAnd you're looking way thinner cause your hunger got you lookin'Like they took away dinner, Sugar Ray LeonardWouldn't sugar coat a fucking booger thoughJust to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coatWhen you say you're a *Jugga, what? Jugga*Now fling that bitch from your fingertipsHope it lands on another rap singers lips who can't think of shitAnything of wit that's interesting to spitShow who's king of this fucking English lit?Let your middle fingers flip on each hand, while extending this shitHow low can you go, lower then Chuck D hoHear the bass of this in my voice, Rocky's back, where's my AdrianNobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radiusI'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots to rapNot a man, I'm a weaponWho just happened to be a rapper, who just happen to be on the crapperWhen it happened I had an epiphany in the bathroomI'd never be the same after, now I'm back with an appe--tite for destruction and the fuckin' recipe for disasterSo let's eat cause I'm famished, every deed is a dastardly oneEvilest bastard, even you asking for me to be po--lite to people is like me having my teeth pulled

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[Verse 3]So step inside of dementia, the demented side of a mindThat's like the inside of an engine, while I multiply your undivided attentionBut be reminded that if I didn't mention, I lose my mind and my temperYou'll be the first one who finds him offensiveGot him climbing the fences, lost some time to addictionBut look up rhyme in the dictio-nary, I'm in the pictureEminem is the synonym for it, I'm an enigmaFuck it, let's get to the meat balls, I'm gonna skip theVeg and potatoes, edumacatorThey are shit legends are made of, spit treachreous dataShit that you would say to your worst enemyThis wretched is what you get when you mix Treach with a JadaThen combine 'em with Method Man and Redman with metham--phetamines in his left hand, in his right is a sledgehammerIn pajamas, standing in front of a webcamBeating himself in the head, 'til Russell lets him off Def JamMaybe I need my head examined, Hannibal Lecter with a dead lambHanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed panI need meds, swear to God, cause if I go off the edgeT.I. ain't talking me off a ledge manHeart throb that'll fart, ah, nah, more like a smart slobPart blob, that'll stab you with a sharp ob--ject to the heartAnd leave claw marks all over the Wal-Mart wallsLittle baby with large ballsFuck mud-slinging, I'm blood-flingingThere's nothing on this fucking earth better than being the king of the playgroundI hate the swings, but I love being an underdogCause when I'm pushed, I end up swinging (ah!)

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