Rarely does honesty like this exist in our times by anybody who hopes to sell records. He's honest and sells records! That's rare these days. Let's do the math - if I was black - I would've sold half - I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln highschool and all that -but I can rap - so f&*$ school - I'm too cool to go back - gimme the mic - show me where the f*$%ing studios at! That could be the greatest line in rap history in my opinion. OH, that ^&$# is fire! UPDATE: I've never seen an artist so successful be able to say F school, I'm too cool to go back. That is an awesome line. And NO, he's not saying school is nerdy and neither am I. People take rap too literally. Not understanding the metaphors, and hidden to the dumb mind meanings. Like those people who say They'd be in jail if they killed that many people. a dur dur dur. 99% of the time, they mean KILLING ON THE MIC, you poets! METAPHORS! Look it up. AAAh, I could be one of ya kids.............White America.......little eric looks just like this...................white America..............Erica loves my %^&$............I go to TRL..........look how many hugs I git! .....................F YOU MISS CHANEY! F you with the freest of speech this divided states of Embarrassment will allow me to have.............F you............. F you as it slowly fades out. This song rules. UPDATE: Ghengis. Uhh, yeah, spit that. I'm starting to like you more and more. You are ripping it right now, I gotta tell you. I was hoping you'd do that, because I wanted Goneaway to see the lyrics and I didn't feel like typing the whole song. You're spittin' fire, man. I'm lovin' it! I do have to disagree with you on one thing though. Stupid white kids are his only listeners? Do you realize, that he could be the most famous person on earth right now. Presently, he is the most successful artist on EVERY continent. ON EARTH. That means Asia, Africa, Europe, etc. ONLY stupid white kids? Could've fooled me. Could've fooled my local rap station in the city of Charlotte, which has more black people per capita than pretty much anywhere besides Atlanta. I don't know, as far as I can tell, and as far as his success can tell, it's more than just stupid white kids. But seriously, I like you now. You're spitting fire. I need to get some of his instrumentals and rock to you. You're the man. Honestly. ......GHENGIS- honestly, no hard feelings. I think you have logged off for tonight. If so, could you do 'Square Dance' tomorrow? Honestly, no sarcasm. You've done the other songs, and the unfamiliar might like to hear the lyrics to that as well. Honestly, no cruel intentions, I sware. Will you recite 'Square Dance' Tomorrow? Or, I guess when you read this, it will be today? Later. No hard feelings. I like you now.

Well, members of the RIA, I present the lyrics of another of the Greatest songs ever, by that immortal bard, Eminem. I am familiar with many of his songs believe it or not, and one thing one must remember about Eminem. (1) He is a blowhard windbag of the first order. (2) He is the wrong color and no matter how hard he tries, his market is among stupid white kids. He has a chip on his shoulder because of that. Ah, savor the style, the rhyme, the meter! America (America) *hahaha We love you (We love you) (Jets flying overhead) How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours? The stripes and the stars for the rights of men who have died for to protect? The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedom of speech the United States Government has sworn to uphold Yo, I want everyone to listen to the words of this song Or so we're told... Verse 1 I neva woulda dreamed in a million years I'd see So many mothaf**kin' people who feel like me Who share the same views And the same exact beliefs It's like a f**kin' army marchin' in back of me So many lives I touched So much anger aimed at no particular direction Just sprays and sprays And straight through your radio waves It plays and plays Till it stays stuck in ya head For days and days Who woulda thought standin' in this mirror Bleachin' my hair wit some Peroxide Reachin' for a T-shirt to wear That I would catapult to the fore-front of rap like this How can I predict my words And have an impact like this I musta struck a chord wit somebody up in the office Cuz congress keeps tellin' me I ain't causin' nuttin' but problems And now they sayin' I'm in trouble wit the Government I'm lovin' it I shoveled sh*t all my life And now I'm dumpin' it on Chorus(2x) WHITE AMERICA! I could be one of ya kids WHITE AMERICA! Little Eric looks just like this WHITE AMERICA! Erica loves my sh*t I go on TRL Look how many hugs I get Verse 2 Look at these eyes baby blue baby just like yaself If they were brown Shady lose Shady sits on the shelf But Shady's cute Shady knew Shady's dimples would help Make ladies swoon baby (ooo baby) Look at myself! Let's do the math If I was black I woulda sold half I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that But I can rap so f**k school I'm too cool to go back Gimme the mic Show me where the f**kin' studios at When I was underground No one gave a f**k I was white No labels wanted to sign me Almost gave up, I was like F**k it Until I met Dre The only one who looked past Gave me a chance And I lit a fire up under his ass Helped him get back to the top Every black fan that I got Was probably his in exchange for every white fan that hes got Like damn we just swapped Sittin' back look at this sh*t wow I'm like My skin, is it startin' to work to my benefit now? Chorus (2x) Verse 3 See the problem is I speak to suburban kids Who otherwise woulda never knew these words exist These moms probably woulda never gave 2 squirts of p*ss Till I created so much muthaf**kin' turbulance Straight out the tube right into ya livin' rooms I came And kids flipped When they knew I was produced by Dre That's all it took And they were instantly hooked right in And they connected wit me too because I looked like them That's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope Searchin' wit a fine toothed comb It's like this rope waitin' to choke Tightenin' around my throat Watchin' me while I write this like I dont like this, NO! All I hear is Lyrics lyrics constant controversy Sponsors workin' round the clock To try to stop my concerts early Surely hip hop is never a problem In Harlem only In Boston After it bothered ya fathers Of daughters startin' to blossom Now I'm catchin' the flack from these activists When they raggin' Actin' like I'm the 1st rapper to smack a b*tch and say faggot Sh*t, Just look at me like I'm ya closest pal A poster child The muthaf**kin' spokesman now for Chorus (2x) Outro: So to the parents of America I am the damager aimed at little Erica To attack her character The ring leader of the circus of worthless pawns Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress And p*ss on the lawns of the White House To burn the casket and replace it with a parental advisory sticker To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hipocracy F**k you Ms. Cheney F**k you Tipper Gore F**k you with the freeness of speech this divided states of embarrasment Will allow me to have F**k You! Hahaha! I'm just playin' America, you know I love you