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To be fair when I first listened to this it felt like I was in hell getting forced to listen to Em on his lowest but now I like it better

No bro… when he says “you will never see Em Icey.” He means flossin thousands of dollars of jewelry for no fucking reason because only you rappers think that’s cool.

NOW DO ALL THE REFILL TRACKS

MISS YALL

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Are you guys ever gonna dive into the death of slim shady??

One of the best reactions to this song, guys caught so much of the wordplay and appreciated the story fully The window bodyslam was huge lmao

A classic right here

Definitely gay.

Em is my age so I know everything he’s talking about

If you double crossed your stans you have xxans

A-doopy, doo-doo-doo I roll up like the bottom of a toothpaste tube Blue suede shoes, one missin' a shoelace to it Two new chains, you can call me 2 Chainz Ropes hang like Hussein's noose (woo!) Yeah, they let the fruitcake loose (yeah) And it goes, one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot Five if you came to rock, straight up while I'm shittin' on my comp' I'm about to use the John (what?) like Grey Poupon (Dijon, woo!) Money like a scroll, bitch, my paper long (yeah) Longer than it takes a blonde to put her makeup on (yeah) 'Cause me and Elvis, gelled together like cellmates (hey!) Yeah, this the Jail house, bitch, and I don't give a- (what?) And I don't give a shit about a thing you say I just wanna feel like a king again And if you don't like it, you can sit and spin Middle fingers up (yeah), we 'bout to do this shit again Modus operandi, bottle of blonde dye (yeah) Top five since I discovered peroxide (what?) Yeah, since I got signed (woo!), I went from pot pies To Jack and the bean (huh?), I'm watchin' my stock rise (woo!) These little attention seekers, I'm finna treat 'em like diabetics (what?) Got 'em all on pins and needles (yeah), just like Ozempic, meaning Give these little pricks the finger, and when I stick this thing up (yeah) It's higher than Wiz Khalifa (woo!), soon as he lit the weed up (huh?) As I go pickin' speed up (where?), like I was finna re-up (yeah) Rap is my new Vicodin, Suboxone is how I treat it (get it?) Still goin' toe-to-toe, I'm still boxing with all my demons (yeah) But a couple Xanny bars and I'm Danny Gar-, see ya! Been stuntin' on you from the jump like Evel Knievel Back in the cut and stackin' chips up like a can of Pringles Sometimes I feel like Pete Rose (why?), I got so many hit singles (yeah) Bitch, I barely have any wrinkles (huh), you sleepin' on me like I'm ZzzQuil So I don't give a shit about a thing you say I just wanna feel like a king again And if you don't like it, you can sit and spin Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again And it goes, one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot Five if you came to rock and you never gave a fuck Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again I stole black music, yeah true Perhaps used it (for what?) as a tool to combat school Kids came back on some bathroom shit Now, I call a hater a bidet (why?) 'Cause they mad that they can't do shit (haha) And I know I'm such a dick, huh? (yeah) And it must be fuckin' with ya (yeah) To know I up and quit the (what?) Prescription drugs and liquor (yeah) And yet my buzz is bigger (wow) Still wrappin' circles around you (yeah) Like a boa constrictor (break it down) Now I'm about to explain to you all the parallels Between Elvis and me, myself It seem obvious, one, he's pale as me Second, we both been hailed as kings He used to rock the Jailhouse, and I used to rock The Shelter We sell like Velveeta Shells & Cheese (woo, let's go!) But y'all miss the meaner me, back when I had felonies That went over your head because you just fell on knees You just literally knelt to me, I used to have no self-esteem (yeah) I used to cry myself to sleep (what?) Honestly, I need doubters because you motherfuckers (yeah) Motivate me to make you look stupid Believers, a little faith is all I seek from you All I need to do is hear you say the same shit My father said to me when I was just a week or two "Marshall, I be leavin' you" (haha, stupid) No more Guinness Stout, but my belief in myself Once again is stout (yeah), so many world records, I'm Guinness'ed out (huh?) Shit you say goes in and out (oh) My ear canals, so either my hearing's out Or I don't give a shit about a thing you say I just wanna feel like a king again And if you don't like it, you can sit and spin Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again, uh-huh

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (six minutes-, six minutes-) Something's wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!) Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances You are just what the doc ordered I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot But for me to rap like a computer, it must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a livin' and a killin' off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with) This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac' Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs Feel my wrath of attack Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad It's actually disastrously bad for the wack While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got Well, to be truthful the blueprint's Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hit the Earth like an asteroid Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I'm a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'? Little gay-lookin' boy So gay, I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy (ha-ha!) You're witnessin' a mass-occur Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy "Oy vey, that boy's gay!" That's all they say, lookin' boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a "Way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy I'ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit Get outta my face, lookin' boy! Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause- I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet's Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin You rodent, I'm omnipotent Let off, then I'm reloadin' Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin' But I got your mom deep-throatin' I'm out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin' in common, poodle I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It's me, my honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case 'cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin' To censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows You write normal? Fuck being normal! And I just bought a new raygun from the future Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad Singin' to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!" Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman? Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream" Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It's not hip-hop, it's pop, " 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it I don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel I'ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can't batter the women How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistake If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a god?

You guys reacting to the Evil Spell line was everything.

Wow there's so many levels to the words in this song, like the MGK Lord forgives line, it's like infinite!!! I've been watching your guys's reactions and just wanted to say how much I'm enjoying them, it feels like I'm literally hanging out with you guys, and you're super fun to hang out and dig into some of Eminems masterpieces!!! I saw someone else comment somewhere that you guys seem exactly the type of people that he makes it for that recognize how incredible his music is, and I completely agree! Thanks for all the awesome videos!!!

Oh my God LOLOL he delivers these bars had me laughing so hard that was golden

Out of all the reactions I've watched, this is the first reaction that addresses how sick the DA GOT THE DOPE producer tag was. I am at peace now. Thank you.

Excellent review!

3xdope old philly rapper

This track is every Juggalos Nightmare!!!!!....

K agree with you beautiful didn't fit into it cause it wasn't supposed to be on this album at first this song was supposed to be on King Mathers album which was scrapped if you have listen to King Mathers leaked songs you'll know that "Beautiful" perfectly fits into it cause King Mathers is very kind of sad, depressing and bitter Eminem album

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loved this

My dudes I lost it with you at the hector realization

Omg... You guys are lyrical breakdown geniuses! I learned so much! U guys are music teachers & don't even know it & I hate long videos, I subscribed, love this!

Been here so long but I need to know: Where's the new album reaction? The world needs it.

WHAAAAAT?? That "invite em in / vitamin" thing fucking blew me away, holy shit

please someone explain to me what’s the I’m E V I L means? i kept seeing every reactor just go crazy when they hear this, but pls, can someone explain it

This song was a genius showcasing his brilliance in the art of writing in the Point of View of a Serial Killer and this song also shows people's hypocrisy because when you watch a Horror Movie and reading a Horror Novel is alright but when someone like EM is speaking like this all of a sudden it's a problem. I love to see people mad and cringing. Do you see how crazy Horror Movies are when somebody is describing it so vividly?

This is what we call a Reaction.. Bravo Boys

@eminem These guys respect your music so much and are teaching the rest of us 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

The champagne pop video was after MGK heard Not Alike and heard Em mention his name.. not the Rap Devil charts

hey guys come back !! you have alot of catching up todo ....

The second verse just shows how gifted Eminem is as a writer

Eminem said on his Rap City freestyle he didn't even know Chris Reeve died when he made Medicine Ball 💀

2 geniuses reacting to a genius, i felt like a genius too

Timestamps: 1. Dr.West (Skit) 2. 3 A.M 3. My Mom 15:54 4. Insane 25:03 5. Bagpipes From Baghdad 31:24 6. Hello 39:51 7. Tonya (skit) 47:21 8. Same Song and Dance 9. We Made You 56:24 10. Medicine Ball 1:08:18 11. Paul (Skit) 1:19:38 12. Stay Wide Awake 1:20:31 13. Old Time's Sake (feat. Dr. Dre) 1:26:55 14. Must Be The Ganja 1:33:53 15. Mr. Mathers (Skit) 1:42:52 16. Deja Vu 1:43:34 17. Beautiful 1:49:17 18. Crack A Bottle (feat. Dr. Dre & 50 Cent) Will finish later