this the Em I miss the most ( but music evolves so if Em was doing the same shit in 2013 that he was doing in 97 I wouldn't be a fan at all )
 

Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
and punch a bitch in the nose, til her whole face explodes
There's three things I hate: girls, women and bitches
Smack bitches that walk up, and drop-kick midgets
Call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg
Comin through the airport, sluggish, walkin on crutches
Hit a fuckin pregnant chick in her stomach with luggage
It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, and back out
Lookin for somebody off to beat the crap out
I'm bringin you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
speakin so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it

too much filler imho

Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
and punch a bitch in the nose, til her whole face explodes
There's three things I hate: girls, women and bitches
Smack bitches that walk up, and drop-kick midgets


wack

It was from 98 lol ... this is when Em spit alot if sick nonsense for multi rhyme sake ... his content wasn't insanely deep just disturbing

em was always whack even when he first came out ive always hated him on so many different levels lol

nah, i know what you mean, always had that Wahlberg line in mind too since hearing it

Baron Mind is the Marky Mark of the rap game.

Yeah, but you're wrong tho.

lmao why "Dude, Where's My Hair?" got a hard-on for me all of a sudden?

I'm into voodoo, tarot cards and oujia boards.
Lighting candles. Camping out at haunted beach resorts.
I write the dark shit, and rap about perverted violence.
Ghost stories of people murdered on deserted islands.
Dressed in jean shorts, high tops and tube socks.
Holding a rifle, with a life full of drama like Tupac's.
Jumping off roof tops, drunk after I do shots.
Landing in someone's backyard, getting chewed up by two Rott's.
I got a new watch and two rings with huge rocks.
This rap shit got cash coming out the blue like nude cops.
I used to sell pizzas. Now I got twelve Visa's.
So tell Jesus, I'mma quit sinning when hell freezes.

Eminems rhyme schemes were much better back.
Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxing, a zany acting maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
You look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks run

Agreed. The time period when he first changed styles, but still had the schemes were when he was best, in my opinion.

Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkin
You might see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog
with it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin

Em is far superior now....maybe not quite as consistent... but when he hits it...sh its still dope.
Ppl get caught up in the nostalgia

whats that from?

I love em snd his semi maturity

He def had a come to jesus meeting with someone

Til Hell Freezes Over

loves rhyming tupac and tube socks.

I'm Mean if your digging deep into the em archives here's one


Yo.. Slim Shady!
Yo.. I'll fuckin.. I'll..
I'll puke, eat it, and freak you
Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to
The only key that I see to defeat you
would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you
and force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe
I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse
you'll think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you
I ain't no fuckin G, I'm a cannibalI ain't tryin to shoot you
,I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you
Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass
and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress
Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers
fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis
I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket
To fill it full of explosive gasses
and close it back with a lit match in itwhile I sit back and just hope it catches
Blow you to fragments
Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes

MY FAVOURITE!

MY GIRLFRIENDS IN THE OLYMPICS SHE BE RUNNIN TRACK MEETS
IM LYING...SHES A PARAPALYGIC ...SHE EATS WITH HER FEETS
WTF U LAUGHING FOR? SHE'LL BE HERE NEXT WEEK
IN A BLACK JEEP...


WITH 8 HANDICAPPED FREAKKKKKKKSSSSS.



classic bizarre.