Eminem - Baby lyrics

[Verse 1] One thousand different houses and Münchausen Imma make you wanna punch out some-f**in'-one "Ouch, what the f** you hit me for?" Scream "life" as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown Black hood with a scythe, sh**, I'll laugh in his face, spit b**h gave me an extra life like, "Take this Now get your a** back in that game, b**h Don't take sh** for granted and don't take sh**, give it" Only bull you should take is by the horns A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor I everlast, pen is mightier than sword Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin' more Nothing's ridin' on it but your pride, that's all you're fightin' for So you bite, scratch, you claw, backs to wall No one was there to catch you fall You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off You grab your balls like they're gargantuan And ask yourself how f**in' bad you want it Pull out your pa** for whoopin' a** and flash it on 'em Nobody's gonna back you in that corner, you're a hornet No one's more ignorant than you f**in' four in the mornin' You're at the la-bor-atory Stormin' like there's nothin' that's more important Emcees, you better consider this a formal warnin', you're in for it Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face? I ain't finished, b**h, I meant in half, oil the blades Nobody wants to play They say I'm a spoiled lil' baby, but... [Hook] Nobody puts a baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll f**in' flip on ya Cause nobody puts a baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll f**in' flip on ya cause [Verse 2] What goes through an addict's brain Besides static pain and Big Daddy Kane, breakbeats and words? An erratic train of thought like splatter paint, scatter brain, yeah Maybe that explains why you're back but you don't rap the same And you're lookin' way thinner Cause your hunger got you lookin' like they took away dinner (Chicka) "Sugar Ray" Leonard Wouldn't sugar-coat a f**in' booger though Just to wipe that b**h on a hooker's coat When you say you're a (chicka) what? (Chicka) GOAT Now fling that b**h from your fingertips Hope it lands on another rap singer's lips who can't think of sh** Anythin' of wit that's interestin' to spit Yo, who's king of this f**in' English lit? Let your middle fingers flip on each hand while extendin' this sh** How low can you go? Lower then Chuck D, ho, hear the ba**iness in my voice Rocky's back, where's my Adrians? Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots to rap I'm not a man, I'm a weapon who just happened to be a rapper Who just happen to be on the crapper When it happened, I had an epiphany in the bathroom I'd never be the same after Now I'm back with an appe-tite for destruction And a f**in' recipe for disaster So let's eat cause I'm famished, every deed is a dastardly one Evilish ba*tard, even you askin' for me to be po-lite To people is like me havin' my teeth pulled [Hook] Nobody puts a baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll f**in' flip on ya Cause nobody puts a baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll f**in' flip on ya cause [Verse 3] So step inside a dimension Demented side of a mind that's like an inside of an engine While I multiply your undivided attention But be reminded if I didn't mention I lose my mind and my temper You'll be the first one who finds him offensive Got him climbin' the fences, lost some time to addiction But look up rhyme in the dictio-nary, I'm in the picture Eminem is the synonym for it, I'm an enigma f** it, let's get to the meatballs I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes, edumacator They are sh**, legends are made of spit, treacherous data sh** that you would say to your worst enemy This wretched is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman With metham-phetamines in his left hand In his right is a sledgehammer In pajamas, standin' in front of a webcam Beatin' himself in the head 'til Russell lets him off Def Jam Maybe I need my head examined Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb Hangin' from his ceilin', drippin' with a bed pan I need meds, swear to God Cause if I go off the edge, T.I. ain't talkin' me off the ledge, man Heart-throb, better fart, ah Nah, more like a smart slob Part Blob that'll stab you with a sharp ob-ject to the heart And leave claw marks all over the Wal-Mart walls Little baby with large balls f** mud-slingin', I'm blood-flingin' There's nothin' on this f**in' Earth Better than bein' the king of the playground I hate the swings, but I love bein' an underdog Cause when I'm pushed, I end up swingin' (Ah!) [Hook] Nobody puts a baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll f**in' flip on ya Cause nobody puts a baby in the corner I'm only tryna warn ya Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum He'll f**in' flip on ya cause