Guess The Eminem Lyrics Pt. 2

Medium

Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next

Easy

And Dr. Dre said... Nothing, you idiots, Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement

Hard

Alright, listen, I need you to focus I need you to go dig deep in your mind, this is important We are going to perform an experiment of the sorts I'm going to have to ask you to bear with me for a moment

Easy

We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin' you know that you're not alone Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road

Hard

I don't do Black music, I don't do white music I make fight music for high school kids

Medium

Dr. Dre said, "Hell yeah!" And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man

Hard

Willin' to stick out my neck for respect If it meant life or death, never live to regret what I said When you're me, people just wanna see if it's true If it's you—what you say in your raps, what you do

Easy

Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'

Medium

Go in, gaffle the money and run to one of your Aunt's cribs And borrow a damn dress and one of her blond wigs Tell her you need a place to stay, you'll be safe for days If you shave your legs with Renee's razor blades

Easy

I wanted the fame but not the cover of Newsweek Oh well, guess beggars can't be choosey Wanted to receive attention for my music Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me

Hard

I'm crazy, oh, so crazy Why am I here? Am I just wastin' my time? But then I see my baby Suddenly I'm not crazy It all makes sense when I look into her eyes

Medium

I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in It goes: Reggie, Jay-Z, 2Pac and Biggie André from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas, and then me

Easy

You don't want that, neither do I I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys Too much pride, between you and I Not a jealous man, but females lie

Medium

Gotta concentrate, against the clock I race Got no time to waste, I'm already late, I got a marathoner's pace

Hard

At first I'm like, "Aight, you wanna throw me out? That's fine!" But not for him to take my place, are you out your mind?!

Impossible

I'm lifted up in the air and suspended in animation like someone's holding me there I'm feeling somebody's cold hands wrapping around my neck