Eminem - Wicked Ways (Full Original Instrumental)

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  • Опубликовано: 17 ноя 2024

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  • @theproudlabrat5626
    @theproudlabrat5626 3 года назад +2

    Yay!!! been looking all over this without the hook :)

  • @rodjacky1033
    @rodjacky1033 2 года назад +4

    Such a psychedelic feeling when I listen to this music🍃

  • @702EM
    @702EM 3 года назад +2

    Me encanta esta instrumental
    Es muy nostálgica

  • @rodjacky1033
    @rodjacky1033 2 года назад +1

    [Hook: X Ambassadors]
    I'm getting by with my wicked ways
    I'm loading up and I'm taking names
    I wanna dig my way to hell
    I wanna dig my way to hell
    I'm getting by with my wicked ways
    I'm loading up and I'm taking names
    I wanna dig my way to hell
    I wanna dig my way to hell
    [Verse 1: Eminem]
    Guess I got a way with words, I could get away with murder
    Ever heard of Aspergers'? It's a rare condition
    It's what you're sufferin' from when you simply don't care if it's an
    80 degree day and there's no frickin' air conditionin'
    And you can't see the bitch’s hair is frizzin'
    'Cause you got the windows up, blarin' the system
    In your Chevrolet Prizm
    The devil ain't on a level same as him
    Picture someone who revels in straight masochism
    And imagine him givin' an adjective an ass-whoopin'
    So bad they should put his ass in prison
    A word bully, I verbally abuse verbs
    Like they did somethin' to me personally
    Used to get bullied, so I'd cut class and ditch it
    Now I bully rap, I'm the shit, faggot (Sniff it!)
    Cadillac from a K Car
    My ass from a hole in the ground, still can’t tell 'em a-part
    Came straight out the trailer park
    Screamin', "I'm proud to shop at K-Mart," and it became art
    And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as they are
    To this day I still get in fights with the same broad
    At the same Walmart, arguin' over the same cart
    In the middle of the aisle whilin', I don't give a fuck, I don't play
    Bitch, you think you saw this basket first?
    You're ass backwards like motherfuckin' Bob and Silent Jay
    Illest shit you could think I would say
    Mind's like a pile of clay
    When's the last time that you saw a villain with a cape
    Ripped a gapin' hole in it, flipped out
    Ripped down the drapes, tied 'em around my neck
    Went down the fire escape of the Empire State
    Slipped, fell straight down to the ground
    Splattered all over the entire state
    And straight to hell, got impaled by the gates
    Saw Satan, stuck his face in an ashtray
    While I sashayed around flames with a match
    And I gave him the gas face
    And this ain't got nothin' to do with a scale
    Or being gay, little faggot, but by the way
    Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day
    I'm a combination of Skylar Grey
    Tyler, the Creator, and Violent J
    It's a fuckin' miracle to be this lyrical
    Paint my face with clown makeup and a smiley face
    I'm insane, every rhyme I say
    Sons you like an ultra-violet ray
    I’m sellin' hatred, buffet style, all the shit you can eat
    $11.99, so come on and pile a plate!
    I’m throwin' down the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise
    With the rhyme I’m spittin' while I’m shittin' on competition
    In the meantime it’s always mean time, I'm gettin'-
    [Hook: X Ambassadors]
    I'm getting by with my wicked ways
    I'm loading up and I'm taking names
    I wanna dig my way to hell
    I wanna dig my way to hell
    I'm getting by with my wicked ways
    I'm loading up and I'm taking names
    I wanna dig my way to hell
    I wanna dig my way to hell
    [Verse 2: Eminem]
    I’ve been a career asshole
    I don’t see why these people always got my back
    I done said so much fucked up shit
    I was born a mistake, but I was put here not by accident
    I had a purpose and that purpose
    Was to beat a beat purplish, slaughter tracks
    I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit
    I’m comin' to get that quarter back
    Like Ndamukong, the drama can build
    Your mama can ask me for my autograph
    'Cause that cougar's a MILF
    She's the oldest trick in the book, but I sure would fall for that
    You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight
    When I get on the mic I'ma snap
    Make you wish the ambulance that took me to the hospital
    When I overdosed woulda caught a flat
    If it makes you sick to your stomach acid
    Indigestion, my suggestion’s Kaopectate
    If it feels like I'm runnin' away with the game
    It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
    All I got is dick for days and insults for decades
    But I get by with my wicked ways
    Lady, you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
    Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
    But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
    You ain't fly, you're an airhead
    And I'm sick of poundin' a square peg in a round hole
    Sorry, another catchphrase
    But your baggage ain't gon' fit in my storage overhead space
    'Cause it just ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods
    Other words: don't try to put your heart in a headcase
    'Cause, baby, stable mentally I ain't
    I need my meds, I peed my bed
    I'm going blind, I don't see my legs, I keep on falling down
    No wonder you can't stand me, I need my cane
    Someone help me, I think my face is melting
    If you felt these migraines
    And see these maggots eat my brain
    This G-I-A-N-T hole in my empty head
    If you read my mind, you can see my pain
    And you'd see why I be this way
    Ever since I was knee-high playin' with G.I. Joes
    Told these hoes shut their P-I-E holes, now peep my game
    'Cause I'm 'bout it 'bout it
    Like a fuckin' (fuckin') echo (echo)
    (Psych) Psycho on a cyclone cycle, spiralin', here I go
    I'm outta control like no other mic go
    Stab you 'til the knife goes - dull
    I'm nothin' but a hole inside your skull where your eye goes
    'Cause I'ma sock it to you!
    Dyke ho, you don't like it?
    Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle
    And ride it like a motorbike
    I'm finna blow the mic the whole night, so
    Strike up the fuckin' maestro, I'm nitro
    And hi, ho, hand me my shovel!
    I'm liable to dig my hole deeper
    And it's off to H-E double hockey sticks, I go
    [Hook: X Ambassadors]
    I'm getting by with my wicked ways
    I'm loading up and I'm taking names
    I wanna dig my way to hell
    I wanna dig my way to hell
    I'm getting by with my wicked ways
    I'm loading up and I'm taking names
    I wanna dig my way to hell
    I wanna dig my way to hell

  • @frequentzzz7933
    @frequentzzz7933 2 года назад +1

    Waves spray into your brains as displayed frames of changing sayings that aged like-brains. Enraging the famous left
    unappreciated with every flame I made, slaying the main ones with blazing rays as well son as I lay down sound waves that contain energies of lyricism rays and flames. Trained to spray these raised levitating sayings that elevate into the farthest spaces outside in space. Left in deep meditation i meditate reinvent these razor sayings made of blades, remake remade pages of rhymes untamed playing as replaying frames breaking out of the shade and cages they tried to case me in. Waisting men waiting and under appreciating these platinum gold raps i hold in every pixelated page of flames and rays today Maine.

    • @bobbyshores
      @bobbyshores 2 года назад

      wow your rhyme scheme is awesome!! I'd just recommend working on the feel of the lyrics. They feel a bit disjointed but its still very impressive!

    • @frequentzzz7933
      @frequentzzz7933 2 года назад

      @@bobbyshores thanks I take criticism and try improve on my rap schemes

  • @brave2009
    @brave2009 4 года назад

    Bro, I needed this. Thanks

  • @sloxxiesiami
    @sloxxiesiami 4 года назад

    If you took the drums out, this would be heavenly.

  • @jhostin-w-6931
    @jhostin-w-6931 4 года назад +1

    Uffff que pedazo de instrumental