Heres the story, of a little boy, growin up in a suburban home, tryna cope wit everyday life, who lives in a little house, that was built in the middle of the street
Eminem (eminem as his mother):
hey mom tupacs on tha jukebox
(so what he shot 2 cops, and raped a little girl while 2 dudes watched)
nuh uh they were tryna frame him
(you and that 2 pack shaker)
no that aint how you say his name mom! yer so lame, dontchu know anythang?
(ya i know youll prolly go n join in a gang)
ya right, im out where my fuckin walkman at?
(quit cussin at me)
shut up bitch
(and quit talkin black!)
well, i slammed tha door n im out, now what? its prolly warm in tha house, fuck i forgot my jacket, forgot it was winter, im gettin thinner, im hungry, is mom cookin dinner? mom let me back in i forgot my coat, mom cmon im not playin its cold! aight sorry i need a jacket, mom look, my 2pac tape! i jus cracked it! mom please let me back in, it is 2 pack shaker, i jus asked him!
im freezin *achoo* im sneezin, im breathin too much cold air, im wheezin, i aint did nothin! i didnt say im leavin i sed i wuz goin on tha front porch ta get sumtin! (aight here, take yer damn coat n leave!) fine ill lea..mom! you cut off the sleeves!
Limp bizket:
our house, in tha middle of the street
our house, in tha middle of the street
our house, in tha middle of the street
our house, in tha middle of the
Eminem:
my teachers two-faced, she went to lower all my school grades, last tuesday i had a toothache, from kool-aid, mom kicked me out (get out!) n all i had in my suitcase, was 1 shoelace, a tube sock, n a tube of toothpaste, sometimes it wuz cool cuz i cud goto friends, crash there, fool around n jus skip skool, but otha times, id rather jus b home in my own room, alone, beat my shit n no1 would know, my little brother sucked on a bottle till he was 6, so i'd hid it inside a couch n say i didnt kno where it is, but as soon as mom found it, i wuz either grounded, or kicked outta tha house a thousand weeks n still countin, even wen i wuz underaaaged, mom wuz tellin cops i wuz tryna run awaaaaay, i told her someday bitch yer gunna paaay, plz mom plz mom plz i wanna staaay (let me stay!!)
Limp bizket:
our house, in tha middle of the street
our house, in tha middle of the street
our house, in tha middle of the street
our house, in tha middle of the street,
Eminem:
my brothers incoharent, moms a single parent, who aint carin, starin thru me like im transparent, made it clear dat i wuz jus there ta run her errands, told her friends that i was a son from her last marriage, sent me up to tha corner store wit a little note, (plz sell my step-son some cigerettes so i can smoke) one time i tried ta fake sick ta get attention, backfired, mom sent me to school wit a vengence, my life is tha worse thing that could ever happen to me, i goto class n every teachers always laughin at me, mom says white rappers is laughed at, not only that, she heard me upstairs, i cant rap, im stupid, id never make it averagin at b+, i need ta sit on my ass n sue people like she does, one time i got food poisonin from a hotdog, mom sued n got $2000 from ballpark, hey ma u gotta dollar? (i dont think so, now keep an eye on yer brother, im going to bingo) but mom you said you were broke (who said? u got yer ears messed up from dat dam rap music)
Limp bizket:
our house, in tha middle of the street
our house, in tha middle of the street
our house, in tha middle of the street
our house, in tha middle of the street
(repeats until faded)