Eminem Sick Verses That Were “Out of This World”

No doubt EMINEM is a considered as a LYRICAL NINJA and the RAP ODIN not just because he RAPS but because his words play and spitting is nothing but clear FIRE whenever he is in the booth

The above Verses are Randomly in no particular order placed because keeping them in Number order would be considered as disrespect to the art work of the SLIM SHADY himself.

RAP GOD VERSE

So you’ll be Thor and I’ll be Odin
You’re rodent, I’m omnipotent
Let off then I’m reloading
Immediately with these bombs I’m totin’
And I should not be woken
I’m the walking dead
But I’m just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep-throating
I’m out my Ramen Noodle
We have nothing 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 looking 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 trying to
Censor you like that one line I said
On “I’m Back” from The Mathers LP
One 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 nine
See if I get away with it now
That I ain’t as big as I was, but I’m
Morphin’ into an immortal coming through the portal
You’re stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though
And I don’t know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You’re pointless as Rapunzel
With fucking cornrows
You write normal? Fuck being normal
And I just bought a new ray gun 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’mma kill you”
Lyrics coming at you with supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming 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
Ricocheting off of me and it’ll glue to you
I’m devastating more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin’ audience a feeling like it’s levitating
Never fading, and I know that 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 ripping 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 to
Unghh, school flunky, pill junky
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
When 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’m asleep in the front seat
Bumping 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 asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But fuck it
Life’s handing 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?

STAY WIDE AWAKE VERSE

Fe-fi-fo-fum, I think I smell the scent of a placenta
I enter Central Park, it’s dark, it’s winter in December
I see my target, put my car in park and approach a tender
Young girl by the name of Brenda and I pretend to befriend her
Sit down beside her like a spider, hi there girl, you might’ve
Heard of me before, see whore
You’re the kind of girl that I’d assault and rape
Then figure why not try to make your pussy wider
Fuck you with an umbrella
Then open it up while the shit’s inside ya
I’m the kind of guy that’s mild
But I might flip and get a little bit wilder
Impregnate a lesbian, yeah
Now let’s see her have triplets, and I’ll disintegrate them babies
As soon as they’re out her with formaldehyde and cyanide
Girl, you can try and hide, you can try to scream louder
No need for no gunpowder, that only takes all the fun out of
Murderin’, I’d rather go vinn-vinn, and now you see just how the
Fuck I do just what I do when I cut right through your scalp, uhh
Shit, wait a minute, I mean skull
My knife seems dull, pull another one out, uh

SOLDIER VERSE

Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns
Never was a gangsta, ‘til I graduated to one
And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin’
Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin’
Willin’ to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death
Never live to regret what I said
When you’re me, people just want to see
If it’s true, if it’s you, what you say in your rap’s, what you do
So they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill
When they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real
In confrontation ain’t no conversation, if you feel you’re in violation
Any hesitation’ll get you killed, if you feel it, kill it
If you conceal it, reveal it, being reasonable will leave you full of bullets
Pull it, squeeze it, till it’s empty, tempt me, push me, pussies
I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze

RE-UP VERSE

[Verse 1 – Eminem] There’s never been this, much of a menace in this game as this
And it’s the, most sinister duo in the business
Once again its the, illest and realest killas
The most villainous Dre protege, Shady apprentice
Drop them zeros and get with these heroes
Do you want losers or winners, This music is in us, and it’s
Not over ‘till we say it’s finished and G-Unit spinners
Will keep spinnin’, this is Hip Hop when it’s in it’s
Truest form, the greatest, Hate us or love us
Make voodoo dolls of us and keep stickin’ those pins in us
Thick as his skin is or as short as his wick is
The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is
And as sick as his music is, or was, still is
Whatever, forever, he will be the illest
To ever sh-shock the world, what to do next
He’s already reconciled with his ex [reversed], a chainsaw and an axe
Jump a bitch’s desk, strangle her neck
While we have sex while Bill Clinton plays the sax
I sprays the vex, yeah bring Shady on back
The maniac of rap, devil baby on crack
Resurrect, I never left, baby I’m bad
I’ve gone mad, my comrade Dre-zy automatically
He says I’m too broke to fix, way beyond that
I may be off drugs, but it’s made me off track
In fact, this right here very well could be the last rap
I ever do spit, I’ll never do shit, that’s that
Fuck it I quit, suck on a dick, jackass
I’m done with this wack ass rap, kiss my black ass!

THE REAL SLIM SHADY VERSE

Will Smith don’t gotta cuss in his raps to sell records;
Well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too!
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can’t even stomach me, let alone stand me
“But Slim, what if you win, wouldn’t it be weird?”
Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can, sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Yo Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear ’em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch, put me on blast on MTV
“Yeah, he’s cute, but I think he’s married to Kim, hee-hee!”
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD [AHHH!]
I’m sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me
So I have been sent here to destroy you [bzzzt]
And there’s a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me; who just don’t give a fuck like me
Who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me
It just might be the next best thing but not quite me!

LOOSE YOURSELF VERSE

Yo! His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already: Mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s choking, how? Everybody’s joking now
The clock’s run out, time’s up, over, blaow!
Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity, ope
There goes Rabbit, he choked, he’s so mad but he won’t
Give up that easy, no, he won’t have it, he knows
His whole back’s to these ropes, it don’t matter, he’s dope
He knows that but he’s broke, he’s so stagnant, he knows
When he goes back to this mobile home, that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody
Better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him, and

ABOVE THE LAW VERSE

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Tearible but not rippable, invincible, I hung invisible
Fuckin’ mistletoe, over the world and stuck my ass up under it
Now pucker up them lips and kiss it hoes, here we go
Bad and Evil, so you know how this’ll go
The competition’s miserable, we stomp them bitches, this is no, joke
Goin’ overboard, like someone threw us off the boat, choke
Cough from all the smoke I’m tryna stay on fire
So you know if I hate fuckin’ water-sprinklers I don’t love the hose
Someone let the cat out the bag, now it’s time to stuff his face
Back in that bitch, smother that little mothafucka ’til it suffocates
Who? You! Had long enough of a wait
Why are they tryin’ to be so secretive bad and evil is reunited hey!
Came back to annihilate the game’s in dire straights,
As I await, word of Satan as I drop,
Fall to my knees before this Ouija board,
And I pray, now I lay me down to sleep
I do this shit in my sleep, I’m sleepin’ now imagine if I awake
I’m champ bitch, I’ll never taste the canvas
Could never be no damn wuss or pussy, never mooshy, so you can’t squoosh
No way near toosh in fact if I jump out a bush
These sneak attack’s the only way I say I ambush
Outlandish these words are weapons that I brandish
Standoffish the hoes, keep your hands off this
Can’t top it, so what the fuck would I sugarcoat it for?
Law, fuck protocol, I’d holla at this ho, but now my throat is sore

MY NAME IS VERSE

My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high (Shh)
Thanks a lot, next semester I’ll be thirty-five
I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler
And stapled his nuts to a stack of paper (Owwwwwwww!)
Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup
Extraterrestrial, running over pedestrians in a spaceship
While they’re screaming at me, “Let’s just be friends”
Ninety-nine percent of my life, I was lied to
I just found out my mom does more dope than I do (Damn)
I told her I’d grow up to be a famous rapper
Make a record about doing drugs and name it after her
(Oh, thank you)
You know you blew up when the women rush your stands
And try to touch your hands like some screaming Usher fans
(Ahh, ahh, ahh)
This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your autograph?)
So I signed it, “Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole”

RENEGADE VERSE

Since I’m in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain’t no politician but I’ll kick it with ’em a minute
‘Cause see, they call me a menace and if the shoe fits I’ll wear it
But if it don’t, then ya’ll swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who’s the king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics?
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics?
Using his music to steer it sharing his views and his merits
But there’s a huge interference, they’re saying, “You shouldn’t hear it.”
Maybe it’s hatred I spew, maybe it’s food for the spirit
Maybe it’s beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I’m debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America
As a motherfucking drug addict like you didn’t experiment?
Nah hah, that’s when you start to stare at who’s in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fucking do-gooders – too bad you couldn’t do-good at marriage!
And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don’t
Think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
‘Cause here we go, he’s Jigga durra Jigga da chk Jigga
And I’m the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just the

FOREVER VERSE

There they go, packing stadiums as Shady spits his flow
Nuts they go, Macadamian they go so ballistic, whoa
He can make them look like Bozos
He’s wondering if he should spit this slow
Fuck no! Go for broke
His cup just runneth over, oh no
He ain’t have a buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed
They’ve been waiting patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose
Back into the game and they know
Rap will never be the same as before
Bashing in the brains of these hoes
And establishing a name as he goes
The passion and the flame is ignited
You can’t put it out once we light it
This shit is exactly what the fuck that I’m talking about when we riot
You dealing with a few true villains
Who stand inside of the booth truth spilling
And spit true feelings, until our tooth fillings come flying up out of our mouths
Now rewind it!
Payback motherfucker for the way that you got at me how’s it taste?
When I slap the taste out your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place
I’m Hannibal Lecter so just in case you’re thinking of saving face
You ain’t gonna have no face to save by the time I’m through with this place
So Drake

HELLBOUND VERSE

Yo.. Slim Shady!
Yo.. I’ll fuckin.. I’ll..
I’ll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww)
Battle? I’m too weeded to speak to
The only key that I see to defeat you
would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you
and force feed you ’em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe
I’ll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse
you’ll think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you
(Bitch!) I ain’t no fuckin G, I’m a cannibal
I ain’t tryin to shoot you,
I’m tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you
Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass
and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress
Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!)
Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis
I’m so bananas I’m showin up to your open casket
to fill it full of explosive gasses
and close it back with a lit match in it
while I sit back and just hope it catches
Blow you to fragments
Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes

BAGPIPES FROM BAGHDAD VERSE

You can be a permanent fixture in my lyrical mixture
I’m the miracle whip, a trickster
My signature sound when the tube of lipsticks surround
I’m bound to put it on in an instant, wow, man

What an ensemble, what an assortment of pharmaceuticals
This beautiful pill dust in my palm
Cuticles get residue just from touching the bottle
Never knew I could remind me so much of my mama

I cut you like Dahmer, pull a butcher knife on ya
The size of a sword, boy, I’m like the fuckin’ Red Sonja
Get it stuck in your cornea, nice knowin’ ya Norman
You’re so fuckin’ annoyin’, drop the shovel, boy

You don’t know what the fuck you’re doin’
I ain’t playin’ no fuckin’ more
Nick Cannon you prick, I wish you luck with the fuckin’ whore
Every minute there’s a sucka born
Snuck up on Malakai and made the motherfuckers suck
On a shucka corn

Shucka, shucka corn, shucka corn
Hit Jason in the face with a hockey puck and told him it’s fuckin’ on
Now what the fuck are ya doin’? You’re runnin’ over the snow blower
With the lawnmower blowing your bagpipes from Baghdad