Eminem – Kill You

Downloaded another hot mp3 song by Eminem and this amazing song is titled “Kill You”.

This amazing song is released in the year 2000 under his trended album which is titled “The Marshall Mathers LP”.

 

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Eminem Kill You Lyrics

When I just a little baby boy

My momma used to tell me these crazy things

She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man

She used to tell me he hated me

But then I got a little bit older

And I realized she was the crazy one

But there was nothin’ I could do or say to try to change it

‘Cause that’s just the way she was

They said I can’t rap about bein’ broke no more

They ain’t say I can’t rap about coke no more (Ahh)

Slut, you think I won’t choke no whore

‘Til the vocal cords don’t work in her throat no more? (Ahh)

These motherfuckers are thinkin’ I’m playin’

Thinkin’ I’m sayin’ the shit ’cause I’m thinkin’ it just to be sayin’ it (Ahh)

Put your hands down bitch, I ain’t gon’ shoot you

I’ma pull you to this bullet, and put it through you (Ahh)

Shut up slut, you’re causin’ too much chaos

Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma!?

Oh, now he’s raping his own mother, abusing a whore

Snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?

You god damn right, bitch, and now it’s too late

I’m triple platinum and tragedies happen’ in two states

I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches

Vain Vicodin, vrinn vrinn, vrinn

Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all

Danglin’ from his neck, while his head barely hangs on

Blood, guts, guns, cuts

Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts

Bitch I’ma kill you

You don’t wanna fuck with me

Girls neither, you ain’t nothin’ but a slut to me

Bitch I’ma kill you

You ain’t got the balls to beef

We ain’t gon’ never stop beefin’ I don’t squash the beef

You better kill me

I’ma be another rapper dead

For poppin’ off at the mouth with shit I shouldn’t have said

But when they kill me

I’m bringin the world with me

Bitches too, you ain’t nothin’ but a girl to me

I said you don’t

Wanna fuck with Shady

(‘Cause why?)

‘Cause Shady, will fuckin’ kill you

(Ah-haha)

I said you don’t

Wanna fuck with Shady

(Why?)

‘Cause Shady, will fuckin’ kill you

Bitch I’ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I’ma conceal you

In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you

Fuck with me, I’ve been through hell, shut the hell up

I’m tryin’ to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell ’em

I ain’t ask to rap, but I rap on acid

Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added

Whoops! Is that a subliminal hint? No

Just criminal intent to sodomize women again

Eminem offend?

No! Eminem’ll insult

And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse

To do it again

Then, if he does it again

You’ll probably end up jumpin’ out of somethin’ up on the 10th

Bitch I’ma kill you, I ain’t done this ain’t the chorus

I ain’t even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest

A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times in a tub

But that’s normal ain’t it Norman?

Serial killer hidin’ murder material in a cereal box on top of your stereo

Here we go again, we’re out of our medicine

Out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in

Or I’ma kill you

You don’t wanna fuck with me

Girls neither, you ain’t nothin’ but a slut to me

Bitch I’ma kill you

You ain’t got the balls to beef

We ain’t gon’ never stop beefin’ I don’t squash the beef

You better kill me

I’ma be another rapper dead

For poppin’ off at the mouth with shit I shouldn’t have said

But when they kill me

I’m bringin’ the world with me

Bitches too, you ain’t nothin’ but a girl to me

I said you don’t

Wanna fuck with Shady

(‘Cause why?)

‘Cause Shady, will fuckin’ kill you

(Ah-haha)

I said you don’t

Wanna fuck with Shady

(Why?)

‘Cause Shady, will fuckin’ kill you

Eh-heh, know why I say these things?

‘Cause lady’s screams keep creepin’ in Shady’s dreams

And the way things seem, I shouldn’t have to pay these shrinks

This eighty G’s a week to say the same things tweece

Twice? Whatever, I hate these things

Fuck shots, I hope the weed’ll outweigh these drinks

Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows

Just to argue with ’em cause their ratings stink?

Fuck that

I’ll choke radio announcer to bouncer

From that fat bitch to all seventy-thousand pounds of her

From principal to the student body and counselor

From in-school to before school to out of school

I don’t even believe in breathin’, I’m leavin’ air in your lungs

Just to hear you keep screamin’ for me to seep it

Okay, I’m ready to go play

I got the machete from O.J.

I’m ready to make everyone’s throats ache

You faggots keep eggin’ me on

‘Til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop?

Shut up, give me your hands and feet

I said, shut up when I’m talkin’ to you

You hear me? Answer me

Or I’ma kill you

You don’t wanna fuck with me

Girls neither, you ain’t nothin’ but a slut to me

Bitch I’ma kill you

You don’t got the balls to beef

We ain’t gon’ never stop beefin’ I don’t squash the beef

You better kill me

I’ma be another rapper dead

For poppin’ off at the mouth with shit I shouldn’t have said

But when they kill me

I’m bringin the world with me

Bitches too, you ain’t nothin’ but a girl to me

Bitch, I’ma kill you

You don’t

Wanna fuck with Shady

(‘Cause why?)

‘Cause Shady, will fuckin’ kill you

(Ah-haha)

I said you don’t

Wanna fuck with Shady

(Why not?)

‘Cause Shady, will fuckin’ kill you

Hahaha, I’m just playin’ ladies

You know I love you