Eminem - Wicked Ways Lyrics video free download

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]

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 suffering from when you simply don't care if it's an

80 degree day and there's no fricken air conditioning

And you can't see the bitch's hair is frizzing

Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prism

The devil ain't on the level same as him

Picture someone who revels in straight masochism

And imagine him giving him an adjective an ass whooping

So bad they should put his ass in prison

A word bully, I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me personally

Used to get bullied so I cut class and ditched 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 apart

Came straight out the trailer park screaming 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 arguing 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?

Your ass backwards like motherfucking Bob and Silent Jay

Illest shit you could think I would say

Mind's like a pile of clay

When's the last time you saw a villain with a cape?

Ripped a gaping hole in it

Flipped out, ripped down the drapes

Tied them 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 an impaled by the gates

So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray

While I sacheted around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face gibberish

And this ain't got nothing to do with escaler being gay ya

Little faggot. but By the way thoughts are getting darker by the day

I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay

It's a fucking miracle to be this lyrical

Paint my face with clown make up and a smiley face I'm insane

Every rhyme I say, sons you, like an ultra violet ray

I'm selling 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 the competition

In the meantime it's always mean time

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

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

And I'm coming to get that quarter back

Like Ndamukong the drama can build

Your mama can ask me for my autograph

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'mma snap

Make you wish the ambulance that took me to the hospital

When I overdosed would have caught a flat

If it makes you sick to your stomach acid

Indigestion, my suggestion's Kaopectate

If it feels like I'm running 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 my wicked ways

Lady you can suck a dick till your neck aches

Cry till you get puffy eyes red face

But I'm leaving on this jet plane

You ain't fly, you're an airhead

I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole sorry another catchphrase

But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over headspace

Cause you just ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods

Other words don't try to put the 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

Then you'd see why I be this way

Ever since I was knee high playin' with G.I. Joes

Told these hoes shut the P-I-E holes, now peep my game

Cause I'm 'bout it 'bout it like a lyco fucking (fucking fuck it)

Echo... Pyscho on a cyclone cycle

Spiraling, here I go, I`m outta control like no

Other mic go, stab you til' the knife goes dull

I'm nothing but a hole inside your skull where your eye goes

'Cos I'mma sock it to you

Like 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 fucking mystro, I'm nitro

And hi ho, hand me my shovel, I'm liable to dig my hole

Deeper in, and it's off to H.E double hockey sticks I go