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Eminem  in copertina sul nuovo numero di XXL americano con la nuova ´Shady Records´

Finalmente ecco il primo assaggio della ricostruita Shady Records. Eminem lo aveva annunciato alcuni mesi fa, ed ecco la prima traccia direttamente dalla scuderia Shady.

Slaughterhouse, Eminem e Yelawolf insieme sulla stessa canzone, per presentarsi al mondo : 2.0 boys [potete ascoltare la canzone dopo il testo]

Ecco il testo:


Told you


(Royce da 5’9″)


Ryan’s a homicidal misfit

I write the solution to biophysics

On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics

This my mission of having violent psychotic

Quick devour polish it, politics

By the way I’m higher than the Eiffel Tower tip

I like writin’, but I will stick this pencil your ass before I bite your shit

Pause, inhalin’ hella kusha

Us and Yelawolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push

Felons, crooks, goin’ door-to-door like we sellin’ books

Dolly Parton style, melons mushed

Now my bitch a dancer, I’m ’bout as sick as cancer

If you could swallow my style, you’d prob’ly rip your pants off

If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody

It prob’ly’ll smell like cologne made out of bits of panther

They call me Anchorman, I hold down the ship

Leave you niggas floatin’ in water, then go and drown a fish

Fuck, I’m fuckin’ heinous, I make you fuckin’ famous

Them lead showers is comin’, fuck is you sayin’?




Fuck, it’s fuckin’ rainin’! Shit, there’s lightning!

Bitch, it’s thunderin’, ’cause I’m hustlin’ up a storm if you wonderin’

Shit (Shit), you couldn’t muster up enough thought

To take a dump during a brain fart, jump if you want

Urine in your face, all you had to do was say

That you wish you would’ve just stayed pissed off in the first place

We came to monopolize the game, Illuminati is here

Yeah, human oddities, at odds with us, your squad’s gotta be

‘Cause we started out cold in a snowball, we froze

Soon as we rolled up on these hoes, all’s we know

Is y’all lowered like bar like limbo, you know who you are

So quit fuckin’ the dog ‘fore we start callin’ you bizarre

Shit, screw the pooch? Y’all done raped a pit bull

Fell in love with the shih-tzu, this missile’s directed directly at you

And this for these hoes who don’t know me from a can of paint

You must be huffin’, fuck a ballsack, if the taints cain’t

Take you on a date, you mistake me for a gentleman

You 2000 and late, man, and Will I ain’t, I’m the bad guy

Type of guy that’ll drag five girls up on stage

Pour ice in their pants, and the first one who pees gets a black eye




Must be outta your mind, you think you fuckin’ with us

Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up, this game is over


(Joell Ortiz)


Puffin’ loosies, watchin’ I Love Lucy with Gary Busey

(Crazy!) How the fuck could you son me? (I’m Shady!)

Will there ever come a day when they could slay me?

I don’t know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe

‘Til then I kill the bad man tryna slay me

Everything you kick weak, your spit kung fugazi (Hi-ya!)

All my homeboys, 2.0 Boys

Nickle, I just picked up a Phantom, look how it rolls, Royce!

Even if I wanted to quit, I ain’t got no choice

Verses keep comin’, I should invoice my own voice

You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoist

Hoes be like diamonds in your chain, man, so moist

Bang bang, bang bang, House Gang, chainsaw

Here to kill you pussies, don’t ask what we came for

I write ’til my right arm veins sore

Forearm feel like Thor’s arm in a gang war

You hear that (YAOWA), you know who finna file out

Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball

Piranha mentality wit’ a Jaws bite all night

Comin’ up, never saw light, but never lost sight


(Joe Budden)


Jets and movers, cesspoolers, meth abusers

You step to us, text Rugers to respect the shooters

My men think in sync, roll with the best crew

Move to the beat of the same drum without Lex Luger

Welcome to Nayhood, big in the ‘jects, G

Cheated death multiple times without riggin’ the deck

So I’m well-prepped if you just want war

There’ll be blood everywhere, you be layin’ on the Louboutin floor

It’s raw, you keepin’ actin’ like you don’t know Mouse, nigga

And you gon’ need the best doctors, House, nigga

Guard your jewels and avoid large tools

‘Cause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car pool

Keep your distance from idiots, ’cause the truth told

They food for thought’s rotten, they gems are fool’s gold

Need results from my actions, mistakes I’ll exonerate

I’m Martin King starin’ at a picture of Obama’s face

Talkin’ funds, niggas ain’t never seen stock

I don’t need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock


Must be outta your mind, you think you fuckin’ with us

Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up, this game is over


(Crooked I)



You invited inside of the mind of

A psychotic rhymer, I’m kind of a (Dahmer!), I’m grindin’

Now rappers are linin’ up jackers, I’m climbin’ up ladders

I buy enough clappers to retire you factors, fire at drama

You liars and actors, I’m the genuine article

But read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles

(The gold hand) Tell me when and I’m there

Not only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in air

Stay fly like a limited fare

You got us pegged wrong, my circle don’t fit in with squares

I smell shit and piss, know where it’s comin’ from

You stepped on number two just to be number one

Now I’ma step on you, bring it to yo’ yard

Bogart for arts, we go hard

You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the west

I’m Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart




I got no Jim Beam in the liver

Gettin’ head like clean clippers, wit’ haters on my dick like a jeans zipper

When I throw up 16s like I drink liqour

You think you seen sick? Well, bitch, you ain’t seen sicker

Then I’ll crack, and then I’ll hop around in a hospital gown

Poppin’ the trunk, my pumper stay cockin’ the round

I shit logs and I piss river brown

‘Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile

And that’s as close as I get to a pyramid

Shit, they think I’m Illuminati, so fuckin’ ignorant

Sick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocent

But when you win, they say you a sin, but in the end

They jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playin’

Skinny-ass pants saggin’, it’s only yourself you playin’

Call me a clown, but you love where the clown’s hangin’

And the freakshow’s at the county carnival, then you payin’

Bitch, I’m on a trapeze with no legs in the dark

Yellin’ “Go Shady!” Drivin’ slower than an old lady

In an old ’89, no piece if you pay me

Gimme peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes

I’m gettin’ paid for these shows that I throw lately

Same shows a year ago woulda broken most of you crazies

They call me crazy ’cause I made it

Bitch, you crazy ’cause you quit, look at my clique lately

You ain’t fuckin’ wit’ Budden, you ain’t got no choice with Royce

You don’t wanna see the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice

That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the Porno Boys

And if Marshall want me to clap, then, homie, I deploy

Game over

(Yo, I don’t think they heard you, tell ‘em again)

Game over

Date il benvenuto alla nuova Shady, e ascoltate il pezzo in basso