[Intro]
A lot of people ask me stupid f**ing questions
A lot of people think that what I say on a record
Or what I talk about on a record
That I actually do in real life or that I believe in it
Or if I say that I wanna k** somebody
That I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it
Well, sh**, if you believe that, then I'll k** you
You know why? ‘Cause I'm a criminal
Criminal
Criminal, yeah, I'm a criminal
(You're God-damn right I'm a)
Criminal! Yeah, I'm a criminal
[Verse 1]
My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
That'll stab you in the head, whether you're a f*g or lez
Or a h*mos**, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
Pants or dress, hate f*gs? The answer's yes
h*mophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic
Staring at my jeans, watching my genitals bulgin'
That's my motherf**in' balls, you'd better let go of 'em
They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of 'em!
"Hey, it's me, Versace! Whoops, somebody shot me!
And I was just checking the mail, get it? Checking the 'male'?"
How many records you expecting to sell
After your second LP sends you directly to jail?
Come on, relax, guy! I like gay men
Right, Ken? Give me an amen! (A-men!)
"Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons
Oh, and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital"
Preacher, preacher! Fifth grade teacher!
You can't reach me, my mom can't neither
You can't teach me a goddamn thing, ‘cause
I watch TV and Comcast cable
And you ain't able to stop these thoughts
You can't stop me from toppin' these charts
And you can't stop me from droppin' each March
With a brand new CD for these f**in' retards
And to think, it's just lil old me
Mr. Don't-Give-a-f** still won't leave
[Hook]
I'm a criminal! ‘Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime to tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal! But I don't got to say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep going
I don't take sh** from no one
I'm a Criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think its a crime to tell them what on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't got to say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep going
I don't take sh** from no one
[Verse 2]
The mother did d**, hard liquor, cigarettes and speed
The baby came out, disfigured ligaments, indeed
It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she
Don't dare make fun of that baby ‘cause that baby was me
I'm a criminal, an animal caged who turned crazed
But how the f** you supposed to grow up when you weren't raised?
So as I got older and I got a lot taller
My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger
I drink more liquor to f** you up quicker
Than you'd wanna f** me up for saying the word ______
My morals went *Pffft* when the president got oral s** in his Oval Office on top of his desk off of his own employee
Now, don't ignore me, you won't avoid me
You can't miss me, I'm white, blonde-haired
And my nose is pointy
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
In plane crashes and laughs as long as it ain't happened to him
Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Eminem and Kim combined
"The Maniac's in," in place of the Doctor
‘Cause Dre couldn't make it today
He's a little under the weather, so I'm taking his place
Oh, that's Dre with an AK to his face
Don't make me k** him too
And spray his brains all over the place
I told you, Dre, you should've kept that thang put away
I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh?
I'm a criminal
[Skit]
ROBBER: Aight look, just go up in that motherf**er, get the motherf**ing money and get the f** up outta there
EMINEM: Alright
ROBBER: I'll be right here waiting on you
EMINEM: Aight
ROBBER: Yo, Em
EMINEM: What?!
ROBBER: Don't k** nobody this time
EMINEM: Awwright… goddamn, this motherf**er gets on my f**in' nerves! {*Whistling*} How you doin'?
TELLER: Hi, how can I help you?
EMINEM: Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal
TELLER: Okay
EMINEM: Put the f**ing money in the bag, b**h and I won't k** you!
TELLER: What? Oh my God, don't k** me!
EMINEM: I'm not gonna k** you, b**h, quit looking around…
TELLER: Don't k** me, I've got two kids at home don't k** me!
EMINEM: I said I'm not gonna f**ing k** you
TELLER: Don't k** me!
EMINEM: Hurry the f** up! {*Gunshot*} Thank you! Go, go, go!
[Verse 3]
Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it
So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
So I'll be disguised in it
And if anybody identifies the guy in it, I hide for five minutes
Come back, shoot the eyewitness
Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business
Die, b**hes, ba*tards, brats, pets
This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his a** yet
If I ever gave a f**, I'd shave my nuts
Tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck
You motherf**in' chickens ain't brave enough
To say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut
sh**, half the sh** I say, I just make it up
To make you mad so kiss my white naked a**
And if it's not a rapper that I make it as
I'mma be a f**ing rapist in a Jason mask
[Hook]
I'm a criminal! ‘Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime to tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal! But I don't got to say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep going
I don't take sh** from no one, I am a criminal!
‘Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime to tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal! But I don't got to say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep going
I don't take sh** from no one, I am a criminal!
‘Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime to tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal! But I don't got to say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep going
I don't take sh** from no one, I am a criminal!
‘Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime to tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal! But I don't got to say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep going
I don't take sh** from no one, I am a criminal!