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Eminem - But Theyve Been Putting Me Through The Ringer Eminem Only Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah)
Yo, I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts, and see where this takes me, 'cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fucking face right now
Yeah

[Verse]
Let me explain just how da make greatness
Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break it down
Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just to get the anger out (Brrt)
Full magazine could take Staples out
Savage, but ain't thinking 'bout no bank account
But, bitch, I'm off the chain likе Kala Brown
Motherfucker, shut the fuck up whеn I'm talking, lil' bitch
I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquing
My talent? Oh, bitch, I don't know who the fuck y'all are
To give a sub-par bar or even have an opinion of you
You mention me, millions of views, attention in news
I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, your ten cents are two
Skim through the music da give shit reviews
To get clicks, but, bitch, you just lit the fuse
Don't get misconstrued, business as us'
Shit-list renewed, so, get shit to do
Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get
What the fuck half the shit is that chu're listening to
Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though? Probably no
Get this fucking audio out my Audi, yo, adiós
I can see why people like Little Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissing, it just ain't for me
All I am simply is just an MC
Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea (Get it?)
Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I need a stir up shit, preferably
Shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me da chill, y'all want me da ill
I should eat a pill, probably I will
Old me killed the new me, watch him bleed a death
I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath
Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed
Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L ("Evil" spelled)
Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick
With an ice pick, stick it in a vise grip
Hang it on a spike fence, bang it with a pipe wrench
While I take my ball sack and flick it like a light switch
Like Vice President Mike Pence
Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ, man, how many times is
Someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick)
You won't ever see Em icy
But as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I polarize shit, so the Thames might freeze
And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it
Bitch, I got the club on smash like a nightstick (Yeah)
Turn down for what?
I ain't loud enough, nah, turn the Valium up
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut
Now, when it doesn't matter what caliber
I spit at, I'll bet a hundred-thousand bucks
You'll turn around and just be like, "Man, how the fuck
Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks?
And now he wants to take it out on us" (Ooouuu)
But, last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
Of The Mathers LP da tell me da study
It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me (Ooouuu)
I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that
I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking industry
Especially an effing Recovery clone of me (NFing)
So, finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Igg' Azae'
Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
I'm fed up with being humble
And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure ya heard rumblings
I heard cha wanna rumble like an empty stomach
I heard cha mumbling, but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I'm from will pummel you, that's what it's coming to
What the fuck you're gonna do when you run into it?
I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two
And dump on you, if you ain't Joyner
If you ain't Kendrick or Cole or Sean, then you're a goner
I'm 'bout da bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it
I guess when you walk into BK, you expect a Whopper
You can order a Quarter Pounder when ya go da McDonald's
But if you're looking da get a porterhouse, you better go get Revival
But ch'all are acting like I tried a serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals shoulda been auto-tuned
And you woulda bought it
But saying I no longer got it
'Cause you missed a line and never caught it
'Cause it went over your head, because you're too stupid a get it
'Cause you're mentally retarded, but pretend a be the smartest
Wit' cha expertise and knowledge, but chu'll never be an artist
And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest
Even when I'm gone, they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a fucking alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle this shit any longer
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom
If I don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet
I don't see why y'all even started with me
I get in beefs, my enemies die
I don't cease fire 'til at least all are deceased
I'm Eastside, never be caught slipping
Now ya see why I don't sleep, not even a wink, I don't blink
I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats
I don't even close my fucking eyes when I sneeze
"Aw, man, that BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The Thing ain't even orange—oh, my God, that's a reach"
Shout to all my colorblind people
Each and everyone of y'all, if you call a fire engine green
Aquamarine, or ya think water is pink
"Dawg, that's a date" — "Looks like an olive to me"
"Look, there's an apple!" — "No, it's not, it's a peach"
So, finger-bang, Pootie Tang
Burger King, Gucci Gang, dookie, dang
Charlamagne gonna hate anyway, doesn't matter what I say
Give me Donkey of the Day
What a way for 2018 da get underway
But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say
Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch (Yeah)
Invite 'em in like a One A Day
I'm not done (Preach)
'Cause I feel like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it even worth it?
'Cause the way I see people turning's
Making it seem worthless, it's starting da defeat the purpose
I'm watching my fanbase shrink to thirds
And I was just trying da do the right thing, but word
Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be determined?
'Cause I'm determined to be me, critiqued or worshipped
But if I could go back, I'd at least reword it
And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent
Sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I think it's working
These verses are making him a wee bit nervous
And he's too scurred to answer me with words
'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered
But I know at least he's heard it
'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
To meet in person a see if I really think of hurting him
Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists
I said, "Only when it comes to ink and lyricists"
But my beef is more media journalists
(Hold up, hold up, hold up)
I said, my beef is more meaty, a journalist
Can get a mouthful of flesh
And, yes, I mean eating a penis
'Cause they've been panning my album da death
So I've been giving the media fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a counseling sesh
But they've been putting me through the ringer
So I ain't ironing shit out with the press
But I just took this beat to the cleaners