• Title:White America
  • Artist:Eminem
  • Album:The Eminem Show
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    America
    hahaha
    We love you
    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 the protect?
    The women and men who have broke their necks
    for the freedem 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 never woulda dreamed in a million years id see
    so many mutha fuckin people who feel like me
    Who share the same views
    And the same exact beliefs
    Its like a fuckin army marchin in back of me
    So many lives I touched
    So much anger aimed at no perticular direction
    Just sprays and sprays
    Straight through your radio wavs
    It plays and plays
    Till it stays stuck in your 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 catipult 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 aint causin nuttin but problems
    And now they sayin im in trouble wit the government
    Im lovin it
    I shovelled shit all my life
    And now im dumpin it on
    Chorus
    WHITE AMERICA
    I could be one of ur kids
    Little erik looks just like this
    Erica loves my shit
    I go to TRL
    Look how many hugs I get
    Verse #2
    Look at these eyes baby blue baby just like urself
    If they were brown
    Shady lose shady sits on the shelf
    But Shadys cute
    Shady knew Shady's dimples would help
    Make ladies swoon baby
    (ooo baby)
    Look at myself!
    Lets do the math
    If I was black I woulda sold half
    I aint have to graduate
    From Lincoln High School to know that
    But I can rap so fuck school
    Im too cool to go back
    Gimme the mic
    Show me where the fuckin studio's at
    When I was underground
    No one gave a fuck I was white
    No lables wanted to sign me
    Almost gave up, I was like "Fuck 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 fan black that I got
    Was probly his
    In exchange for every white fan that he's got
    Like damn we just swapped
    Sittin back look at this shit wow
    Im like "My skin,
    is it startin to work to my benifit now?"
    Verse #3
    See the problem is I speak to suberban kids
    Who otherwise
    Woulda never knew these words exist
    These moms probly woulda never gave 2 squirts of piss
    Till I created so much mutha fuckin turbulence
    Straight out the tube
    right into ya livin rooms I came
    And kids Flipped
    When they knew I was produced by Dre
    Thats all it took
    And they were instantly hooked right in
    And they connected wit me too cuz I looked like them
    Thats why they put my lyrics up under this microscope
    Searchin wit a fine toothed comb
    Its 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 im catchin the flack from these activists
    When they raggin
    Actin like im the 1st rapper to smack a bitch and say faggot
    Shit
    Just look at me like im ya closest pal
    A poster child
    the mutha fuckin spokesman now!
    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 piss on the lawns of the whitehouse
    To burn the casket and replace it
    with a parental advisory sticker
    To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hipocracy
    Fuck you Ms Cheeney
    Fuck you Tipper Gore
    Fuck you with the freeness of speech
    this divided states of embarrasment will allow me to have
    Fuck You
    hahaha!
    im just playin america, you know I love you