criminal

• eminemin marshall mathers lp albümündeki bir parçası, işte sözleri:
  
  a lot of people ask me.. stupid fuckin questions
  a lot of people think that.. what i say on records
  or what i talk about on a record, that i actually do in real life
  or that i believe in it
  or if i say that, i wanna kill somebody, that..
  i'm actually gonna do it
  or that i believe in it
  well, shit.. if you believe that
  then i'll kill you
  you know why?
  cuz i'm a
  criminal
  criminal
  you god damn right
  i'm a criminal
  yeah, i'm a criminal
  
  my words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
  that'll stab you in the head
  whether you're a fag or lez
  or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
  pants or dress - hate fags? the answer's "yes"
  homophobic? nah, you're just heterophobic
  starin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin (ooh!)
  that's my motherfuckin balls, you'd better let go of em
  they belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of em
  hey, it's me, versace
  whoops, somebody shot me!
  and i was just checkin the mail
  get it?
  checkin the 'male'?
  how many records you expectin to sell
  after your second lp sends you directly to jail?
  c'mon!-- relax guy, i like gay men
  right, ken? give me an amen (aaa-men!)
  please lord, this boy needs jesus
  heal this child, help us destroy these demons
  oh, and please send me a brand new car
  and a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital
  preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher
  you can't reach me, my mom can't neither
  you can't teach me a goddamn thing cause
  i watch tv, and comcast cable
  and you ain't able to stop these thoughts
  you can't stop me from toppin these charts
  and you can't stop me from droppin each march
  with a brand new cd for these fuckin retards
  duhhh, and to think, it's just little ol' me
  mr. "don't give a fuck," still won't leave
  
  chorus:
  i'm a criminal
  cuz every time i write a rhyme, these people think it's a crime
  to tell em what's on my mind - i guess i'm a criminal
  but i don't gotta say a word, i just flip em the bird
  and keep goin, i don't take shit from no one
  i'm a criminal
  cuz every time i write a rhyme, these people think it's a crime
  to tell em what's on my mind - i guess i'm a criminal
  but i don't gotta say a word, i just flip em the bird
  and keep goin, i don't take shit from no one
  
  my mother did drugs - tar, liquor, cigarettes, and speed
  the baby came out - disfigured, ligaments indeed
  it was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she
  don't dare make fun of that baby cause that baby was me
  i'm a criminal - an animal caged who turned crazed
  but how the fuck you sposed to grow up when you weren't raised?
  so as i got older and i got a lot taller
  my dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger
  i drink malt liquor to fuck you up quicker
  than you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin the word ...
  my morals went thhbbpp when the president got oral
  sex in his oval office on top of his desk
  off of his own employee
  now don't ignore me, you won't avoid me
  you can't miss me, i'm white, blonde-haired
  and my nose is pointy
  i'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
  in plane crashes and laughs
  as long as it ain't happened to him
  slim shady, i'm as crazy as eminem and kim combined - *kch* the maniac's in
  replacin the doctor cause dre couldn't make it today
  he's a little under the weather, so i'm takin his place
  (mm-mm-mmm!) oh, that's dre with an ak to his face
  don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place
  i told you dre, you should've kept that thang put away
  i guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh?
  i'm a criminal
  
  aight look (uh huh) just go up in that motherfucker
  get the motherfuckin money and get the fuck up outta there
  aight
  i'll be right here waitin on you
  aight
  yo em
  what?!
  don't kill nobody this time
  awwright... god damn, fuck...
  (whistling) how you doin'?
  hi, how can i help you?
  yeah i need to make a withdrawl
  okay
  put the fuckin money in the bag bitch... and i won't kill you!
  what? oh my god, don't kill me
  i'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin around...
  don't kill me, please don't kill me...
  i said i'm not gonna fuckin kill you
  hurry the fuck up! {*boom*}
  thank you!
  
  windows tinted on my ride when i drive in it
  so when i rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
  so i'll be disguised in it
  and if anybody identifies the guy in it
  i'll hide for five minutes
  come back, shoot the eyewitness
  then fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business
  die, bitches! pass this brass pest
  cause puffy's lucky i didn't blast his ass yet
  if i ever gave a fuck, i'd shave my nut
  stuck my dick inbetween my legs and cluck
  you motherfuckin chickens ain't brave enough
  to say the stuff i say, so this tape is shut
  shit, half the shit i say, i just make it up
  to make you mad so kiss my white naked ass
  and if it's not a rapper that i make it as
  i'ma be a fuckin rapist in a jason mask
  
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