A-yo!
This song is dedicated to all the happy people
All the happy people who have real nice lives
And who have no idea whats it like to be broke as ****

[Verse One:]
I feel like I'm walking a tight rope, without a circus net
I'm popping percocets, I'm a nervous wreck
I deserve respect; but I work a sweat for this worthless check
Bout to burst this tech, at somebody to reverse this debt
Minimum wage got my adrenaline caged
Full of venom and rage
Especially when I'm engaged
And my daughter's down to her last diaper
That's got my ass hyper
I pray that god answers, maybe I'll ask nicer
Watching ballers while they flossing in their pathfinders
These overnight stars becoming autograph signers
We'll all gone blow up and leave the past behind us
Along with the small fry's and average half pinters
While playa haters turn ***** like they have vaginas
Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us
Money will brainwash you and leave your ass mindless
Snakes slither in the grass spineless

[Chorus (x2):]
That's Rock Bottom
When this life makes you mad enough to kill
That's Rock Bottom
When you want something bad enough to steal
That's Rock Bottom
When you feel you have had it up to here
Cause you mad enough to scream but you sad enough to tear

[Verse Two:]
My life is full of empty promises
And broken dreams
I'm hoping things will look up
But there ain't no job openings
I feel discouraged hungry and malnourished
Living in this house with no furnace, unfurnished
And I'm sick of working dead end jobs with lame pay
And I'm tired of being hired and fired the same day
But **** it, if you know the rules to the game play
Cause when we die we know were all going the same way
It's cool to be player, but it sucks to be the fan
When all you need is bucks to be the man
Plus a luxury sedan
Too comfortable and roomy in a six
They threw me in the mix
With all these gloomy lunatics
Walk around depressed
And smoke a pound of ses a day
And yesterday went by so quick it seems like it was just today
My daughter wants to throw the ball but I'm too stressed to play
Live half my life and throw the rest away

[Chorus]

There's people that love me and people that hate me
But it's the evil that made me this backstabbing, deceitful, and shady
I want the money, the women, the fortune, and the fame
That Means I'll end up burning in hell scorching in flames
That means I'm stealing your checkbook and forging your name
Lifetime bliss for eternal torture and pain
Right now I feel like just hit the rock bottom
I got problems now everybody on my blocks got 'em
I'm screaming like those two cops when 2pac shot 'em
Holding two glocks, I hope your doors got new locks on 'em
My daughter's feet ain't got no shoes or sock's on 'em
And them rings you wearing look like they got a few rocks on 'em
And while you flaunting them I could be taking them to shops to pawn them
I got a couple of rings and a brand new watch you want 'em?
Cause I never went gold of one song
I'm running up on someone's lawns with guns drawn

[Chorus]

Old School Em, always dope. If you can somehow cop the "Infinite" LP, ****'s dope, its old but its still real good.

"It's a broke day, but everything is okay
I'm up all night, but everything is alright
It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep
It's a long year pretending I belong here."

"Serial killer hiding 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"

"Came home, and somebody musta broke in the back window
and stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
with M-16's and ten clips each
And them ****s reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's
speech to fix these streets?
**** THAT!"

Love these two from Em.

If we're posting sick Em verses:

I'll puke, eat it and freak you!
Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to!
The only key I see to defeat you
Wold 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 ya feet so fast with a roundhouse
You'll think I pulled the ****in' ground out from underneath you!
I ain't no ****ing G, I'mma cannibal
I ain't tryna shoot you, I'm tryna 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 soaking mattress
Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers
**** the planet, till it spins on a broken axis
I'm so bananas, I'm showing up to your open casket
To fill it full of explosive gasses, and close it back with
A lit match in it, while I sit back and just hope it catches
Blow you to fragments, laugh, roll you a smoke the ashes!

If we're posting sick Em verses:

I'll puke, eat it and freak you!
Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to!
The only key I see to defeat you
Wold 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 ya feet so fast with a roundhouse
You'll think I pulled the ****in' ground out from underneath you!
I ain't no ****ing G, I'mma cannibal
I ain't tryna shoot you, I'm tryna 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 soaking mattress
Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers
**** the planet, till it spins on a broken axis
I'm so bananas, I'm showing up to your open casket
To fill it full of explosive gasses, and close it back with
A lit match in it, while I sit back and just hope it catches
Blow you to fragments, laugh, roll you a smoke the ashes!

He has to be considered one of the best lyricists to have ever done it with **** like this. God I wish he still made **** like this these days.

I love this line...


I'll lift you off ya feet so fast with a roundhouse
You'll think I pulled the ****in' ground out from underneath you!

If "King Mathers" isn't at least as good, if not better than Eminem Show was, I'm going to ****ing kill someone. Eminem Show was really good, but I think Slim Shady LP and Marshall Mathers LP were both better than it. They're all different though, each have their own vibe.

I won't even discuss the horrid-ness that is "Encore". It even had some good songs on it, but even the good ones on there don't hold a candle to the good ones on any of his first 3 albums.

Slim Shady LP and Marshall Mathers LP is his best work, no question about that.