Eminem - Baby lyrics

One thousand different houses and Münchausen
I'ma make you
Wanna punch out some-fuckin'-one:
"Ouch! What the fuck you hit me for?!"
Screamed life as I punch counter
In bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, shit
I laughed in his face, spit
Bitch gave me an extra life, like
"Take this!
Now get your ass back in that game
Bitch! Don't take shit
For granted, and don't take shit, give it!"
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford
And Mighty Thor, I everlast
Pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record, replenish
Keep writin' more
Nothing's ridin' on it but your pride


That's all you're fightin' for
So you fight, scratch, you
Claw, backs to wall
No one was there to catch you fall
You pick yourself back up
You dust your jacket off
You grab your balls like
They're gargantuan and ask
Yourself how fuckin' bad you want it
Pull out your badge for whoopin' ass
And flash it on 'em
Nobody's gonna back you in the corner
You're a hornet
No one's more ignorant than you
Fuckin' four in the mornin'
You're at the laboratory
Stormin' like there's nothin'
That's more important
Emcees, you better consider this
A formal warnin', you're in for it!
Girl, what would you do if I said
Your body was off the chain
And I told you I smile every
Single time I saw your face?
I ain't finished, bitch, I meant "in half"
Oil the blades
Nobody wants to play, they say
I'm a spoiled lil' baby, but

Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad and
Gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll fuckin' flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad and
Gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll fuckin' flip on ya

What goes through an addict's
Brain besides static pain
And Big Daddy Kane
Breakbeats and words? An erratic train
Of thought like splatter paint, scatter brain
Yeah, maybe that explains why you're back
But don't rap the same (yeah)
And you're lookin' way thinner 'cause your
Hunger got you lookin' like
They took away dinner
(Chicka) "Sugar Ray" Leonard
Wouldn't sugar-coat a fuckin' booger
Though just to
Wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a
(Chicka) what? (Chicka) GOAT
Now fling that bitch from your fingertips
Hope it lands on
Another rap singer's lips who can't think
Of shit anything of wit
That's interesting to spit, yo
Who's king of this fuckin' English lit?
Let your middle fingers flip on each
Hand while extendin' the shit
How low can you go? Lower than Chuck D, ho
Hear the bassiness in my voice? Rocky's back
Where my Adrian's?
Nobody's crazy as Shady in an
Eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots
To rap I'm not a man
I'm a weapon who just happened
To be a rapper who just happen
To be on the crapper
When it happened I had an
Epiphany in the bathroom
I'd never be the same after now
I'm back with an appe-
-tite for destruction and a
Fuckin' recipe for disaster
So let's eat 'cause I'm famished
Every deed is a dastardly
One, evilest bastard
Even you askin' for me to be po-
-lite to people's like me
Havin' my teeth pulled

Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad and
Gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll fuckin' flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad and
Gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll fuckin' flip on ya

So step inside a dimension demented side
Of a mind that's like
An inside of an engine while
I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded: if I didn't mention
I lose my mind and my temper you'll be
The first one who finds him offensive
Got him climbin' the fences
Lost some time to addiction
But look up "rhyme" in the dictio nary
I'm in the picture
"Eminem" is the synonym for it, I'm an enigma
Fuck it, let's get to the meatballs
I'm gonna skip the
Veg and potatoes, edumacator (They are)
Shit, legends are made of
Spit treacherous data
Shit that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretched is what you get when
You mix Treach with a Jada
Then combine 'em with Method Man
And Redman with metham-
-phetamines in each left hand
In each right is a sledgehammer
In pajamas, standin' in front of a webcam
Beatin' themselves in the head 'til Russell
Lets him off Def Jam
Maybe I need my head exam-ed
Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb
Hangin' from his ceiling
Drippin' with a bed pan i need meds
Swear to God 'cause if I go off the edge
TI ain't talkin' me off the ledge, man
Heart-throb that'll fart, ah, nah
More like a smart slob
Part blob that'll stab you with a sharp ob-
-ject to the heart and leave claw
Marks all over the Wal-
-Mart walls, little baby with large balls
Fuck mud-slingin', I'm blood-flingin'
There's nothing on this fuckin' Earth
Better than bein' the
King of the playground, I hate the swings
But I love bein'
An underdog 'cause when I'm pushed
I end up swingin' (Ah)

Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad and
Gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll fuckin' flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad and
Gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll fuckin' flip on ya