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Dec. 03.

Videoke – My Mom – Eminem

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My Mom – Eminem

Yeah!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah…
Okay! Alright!
Yo, Yo.
Yo! Yo!
Alright, money comes first.
Here we go now!

My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs.
That’s why I am like I am –’cuz I’m like her.
Because my mom loved Valium and lots a’ drugs.
That’s why I’m on what I’m on –’cuz I’m my mom.


“My mom, my mom” –I know you’re probably
tired of hearing the “my mom” oh-oh whoa-oh,
but this is just a story of when I was just a shorty
and how I became hooked on Va-al-iu-um.
Valium was in everything: food that I ate,
the water that I drank, fucking peas in my plate.
She sprinkled just enough of it just to season my steak
so everyday I had at least three stomach aches.
Now tell me what kind of mother would want to see her
son be grow up to be an under-a-fuckin’-chiever?
My teacher didn’t think I was gonna’ be nothing, either:
“What the fuck you stickin’ gum up under the fuckin’ seat for?”
“Mrs. Mathers, your son has been huffing ether.
Either that or the motherfucker’s been puffin reefer.”
But all of this huffin’ and puffin’ wasn’t what it was, either.
It was neither. I was buzzin’, but it wasn’t what she thought.
Pee in a tea cup? Bitch, you ain’t my keeper. I’m sleepin’;
What the fuck you keep on fuckin’ with me for?
Slut, you need to leave me the fuck alone; I ain’t playin’.
Go find you a white crayon and color a fuckin’ zebra.

My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs.
That’s why I am like I am –’cuz I’m like her.
Because my mom loved Valium and lots a’ drugs.
That’s why I’m on what I’m on –’cuz I’m my mom.

Wait a minute! This ain’t dinner, this is paint thinner!
“You ate it yesterday; I ain’t hear no complaints, did I?”
“Now here’s a plate full of pain killers.
Now just wait ’til I crush the Valium and put it in your potatoes.
You little motherfucker, don’t you sit there and make
that retarded fuckin’ face without even tastin’ it!”
“You’d better lick the fuckin’, plate; you ain’t wastin’ it.
Put your face in it before I throw you in the basement again!
And I ain’t givin’ in. You’re gonna’ just sit there and want to fuckin’ play spin again
until next Thanksgiving, and if you still ain’t finished it,
I’ll use the same shit again, and when I make spinach dip, it’ll be placed in the shit!
You little shit, wanna’ sit there and play innocent?
A rat fell and hit me in K-Mart, and they witnessed it!
Child support? Your father, he ain’t sent the shit!
So what if he did? It’s none of your dang business, kid!”

My mom, there’s no one else quite like my mom.
I know I should let bygones be bygones,
but she’s the reason why I am high on what I’m high on.

‘Cuz my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs.
That’s why I am like I am –’cuz I’m like her.
Because my mom loved Valium and lots a’ drugs.
That’s why I’m on what I’m on –’cuz I’m my mom.

My mom loved Valium. Now, what I am is a party animal.
I am what I am, but I’m strong to the finish wit’ me Valium spinach.
But my bars only last about two minutes!
But I don’t want to swallow it without chewin’ it.
I can’t even write a rhyme without you in it, my Valium, my Val-i-um. Oh!

Man, I never thought that I could ever be a drug addict.
–”nah, fuck that, I can’t have it happen to me!” but that’s actually
what has ended up happenin’ in a tragedy fuckin’ passin’ it up back to me.
And it’s probably where I got acquainted with the taste, ain’t it?
Pharmaceuticals are the bomb, Mom! Beautiful!
She killed the fuckin’ dope with the medicine she done fed it.
Feed it a fuckin’ aspirin and say that it has a headache.
“Here, wanna’ snack? You hungry, you fuckin’ brat?
Look at that! It’s a Xanax! Take it and take a nap! Eat it!”
But I don’t need it!
“Well fuck it, then break it up!
Take a little piece and beat it before you wake Nathan up!”
Alright, Ma, you win! I don’t feel like arguin’!
I’ll do it –pop and gobble it, start wobblin’,
stumble, hobble, tumble, slip, trip, then I fall in bed
with bottle of meds and a Heath Ledger bobble head!

My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs.
That’s why I am like I am –’cuz I’m like her.
Because my mom loved Valium and lots a’ drugs.
That’s why I’m on what I’m on –’cuz I’m my mom.


My mom, I’m just like her!

My mom, my mom, my mom (x3)
My mom, my mama
[in an Eric Cartman voice:] My mama, I ain’t takin’ this no more.

Heh, sorry mom! I sill love you, though! [kiss sound]

Dr. Dre 2010!

[in a mocking tone:] Man this shit is hella’ hard, homie! Man, take us on outta’ here…

Oh!

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Dec. 02.

Videoke – Beautiful – Eminem

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Beautiful – Eminem

Lately I’ve been hard to reach I’ve been too long on my own Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me, I’m reaching out for you

I’m just so fuckin’ depressed I just can seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick the mic back up I don’t know how I pry away
And I ended up in this position I’m in I starting to feel distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen
Up and tried to make an attempt to vent
But I just can’t admit Or come to grips, with the fact that I may be done with rap
I need a new outlet I know some shits so hard to swallow
And I just can’t sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow
But I know one fact I’ll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow I’ll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you have to walk a thousand miles


[Chorus:]
In my shoes, just to see
What it’s like, to be me I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what it’d be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other’s mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other’s eyes
But don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful oh
They can all get fucked.
Just stay true to you so
Don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful
Oh they can all get fucked. Just stay true to you

I think I’m starting to lose my sense of humor
Everything is so tense and gloom
I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room
Just as soon as I walk in
It’s like all eyes on me
So I try to avoid any eye contact
’cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation
Like I want that… I’m not looking for extra attention
I just want to be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom I don’t need no fucking man servant
Trying to follow me around, and wipe my ass
Laugh at every single joke I crack
And half of them ain’t even funny like
Ah Marshall, you’re so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn
Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don’t you all sit down
Listen to the tale I’m about to tell
Hell, we don’t have to trade our shoes
And you don’t have to walk no thousand miles

In my shoes, just to see
What it’s like, to be me I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what it’d be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other’s mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other’s eyes
But don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful oh
They can all get fucked.
Just stay true to you so
Don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful
Oh they can all get fucked. Just stay true to you

But don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful
Oh They can all get fucked.
Just stay true to you so
Don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful
Oh They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so

Nobody asked for life to deal us
With these bullshit hands we’re dealt
We have to take these cards ourselves
And flip them, don’t expect no help
Now I could have either just
Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
But take this situation in which I’m placed in
And get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid
To wait by the door and pack his bags
Never sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
For a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in
Every single place
Every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid
Even if it meant acting stupid
Aunt Edna always told me
Keep making that face till it gets stuck like that
Meanwhile I’m just standing there
Holding my tongue up trying to talk like this
Till I stuck my tongue on the frozen stop sign poll at 8 years old
I learned my lesson and cause I wasn’t trying to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story
Not just based on my description
’cause where you see it from where you’re sitting
Is probably 110% different
I guess we would have to walk a mile
In each other’s shoes, at least
What size you where? I wear tens
Let’s see if you can fit your feet

In my shoes, just to see
What it’s like, to be me I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what it’d be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other’s mind
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other’s eyes
But don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful oh
They can all get fucked.
Just stay true to you so
Don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful
Oh they can all get fucked. Just stay true to you


Lately I’ve been hard to reach I’ve been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone… so
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through oh
Are you reaching out for me, I’m reaching out for you
so oh oh

Yea… To my babies. Stay strong.
Daddy will be home soon
And to the rest of the world, god gave you the shoes
That fit you, so put em on and wear em
And be yourself man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny,
Don’t ever let no one tell you, you ain’t beautiful

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