Here Are Insane Lyrics That Prove Eminem Doesn't Give a Damn

“Well, since age 12 I felt like I’m someone else/Because I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt/Got pissed off, ripped Pamela Lee’s tits off, and smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kriss Kross.’”

"You and your husband have a fight/One of you tries to grab a knife/And during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adam's apple sliced (No!)/And while this is going on, his son just woke up/And he walks in, she panics, and he gets his throat cut/(Oh my God!) So now they both dead/And you slash your own throat/So now it's double homicide and suicide with no note"

"I don't got that bad of a mouth, do I? Fuck! Shit! Ass! Bitch! Cunt! Shooby-de-doo-wop! (Oops)/Skibbedy-be-bop, a Christopher Reeves Sonny Bono, skis, horses and hittin' some trees"

"And mama said she wants to show you how far she can float/And don't worry about that little boo-boo on her throat/It's just a little scratch, it don't hurt/Her was eatin' dinner while you were sweeping/And spilled ketchup on her shirt/Mama's messy, ain't she? We'll let her wash off in the water/And me and you can play by ourselves, can't we?"

"Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin'/You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog/With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar/Hollerin' at him ’cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'/Or leanin' out a window with a cocked shotgun/Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot ’Pac in"

"Cool, calm, just like my mom/With a couple of Valium inside her palm/It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve/To roll up on you like Christopher Reeves/I can't describe the vibe I get/When I drive by six people and five I hit (Whoops!)/Aw shit, I started a mosh pit/Squashed a bitch and stomped her foster kids"

"Woke up, it was dawn, musta knew something was wrong/Think I'm becomin' a monster ’cause of the drugs that I'm on/Donald Duck's on, there's a Tonka Truck in the yard/But dog, how the fuck is Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my car?"

"And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working/And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking/He could be working at Burger King, spittin' on your onion rings/Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, 'I don't give a fuck'"

“Oh, now he’s raping his own mother, abusing a whore/Snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?/You god damn right bitch, and now it’s too late/I’m triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states”

"I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah fucked in the head/My stepfather said that I sucked in the bed/'Til one night he snuck in and said/We're going out back, I want my dick sucked in the shed"

"See, Slim, shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk/Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see?/I ain't like you ’cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more and then she'll die, too/Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now"

"Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch/Can you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich?/Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch?/Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids?"

"One day I was walkin' by/With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy gave him an awkward eye/And strangled him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani/I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not/I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge when I'm drunk as fuck/Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage/Hoppin' out with two broken legs tryna walk it off/Fuck you too, bitch! Call the cops! I'ma kill you and them loud-ass muthafuckin' barkin' dogs"

"He looked at me and said, 'You gonna die, honky'/The principal walked in and started helpin' him stomp me ('What's going on in here?')/I made ’em think they beat me to death/Holdin' my breath for like five minutes before they finally left/Then I got up and ran to the janitor's storage booth/Kicked the door hinge loose and ripped out the four-inch screws/Grabbed some sharp objects, brooms and foreign tools/This is for every time you took my orange juice"

"Hillary Clinton tried to slap me and call me a pervert/I ripped her fuckin' tonsils out and fed her sherbet (Bitch)/My nerves hurt, and lately/I'm on edge Grabbed Vanilla Ice and ripped out (C'mere) his blond dreads (Fuck you)"