Baby

[Verse 1]

One thousand different houses and Münchausen

I'ma make you wanna punch out some-fuckin'-one: "Ouch!

What the fuck you hit me for?!"

Scream "life" as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger

I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown

Black hood with a scythe, shit, I'll laugh in his face, spit

Bitch gave me an extra life, like, "Take this!

Now get your ass back in that game, bitch!

Don't take shit for granted, and don't take shit

Give it!" — only bull you should take is by the horns

A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor

I everlast, pen is mightier than sword

Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin' more

Nothing's ridin' on it but your pride, that's all you're fightin' for

So you bite, scratch, you claw, backs to wall

No one was there to catch you fall

You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off

You grab your balls like they're gargantuan

And ask yourself how fuckin' bad you want it

Pull out your pass for whoopin' ass and flash it on 'em

Nobody's gonna back you in that corner, you're a hornet

No one's more ignorant than you fuckin' four in the mornin'

You're at the la-bor-atory

Stormin' like there's nothin' that's more important

Emcees, you better consider this a formal warnin', you're in for it!

Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain

And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face?

I ain't finished, bitch, I meant in half, oil the blades

Nobody wants to play, they say I'm a spoiled lil' baby, but—

[Hook]

Nobody puts a baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll fuckin' flip on ya

'Cause nobody puts a baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll fuckin' flip on ya

[Verse 2]

What goes through an addict's brain

Besides static pain and Big Daddy Kane

Breakbeats and words? An erratic train

Of thought like splatter paint, scatter brain

Yeah, maybe that explains

Why you're back but you don't rap the same

And you're lookin' way thinner

'Cause your hunger got you lookin' like they took away dinner

(Chicka) "Sugar Ray" Leonard

Wouldn't sugar-coat a fuckin' booger though

Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat

When you say you're a (chicka) what? (chicka) GOAT

Now fling that bitch from your fingertips

Hope it lands on another rap singer's lips who can't think of shit

Anything of wit that's interesting to spit

Yo, who's king of this fuckin' English lit?

Let your middle fingers flip on each hand while extending this shit

How low can you go?

Lower then Chuck D, ho, hear the bassiness

In my voice? Rocky's back, where's my Adrians?

Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius

I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots to rap

I'm not a man, I'm a weapon

Who just happened to be a rapper

Who just happen to be on the crapper

When it happened I had an epiphany in the bathroom

I'd never be the same after

Now I'm back with an appe-tite for destruction

And a fuckin' recipe for disaster

So let's eat 'cause I'm famished

Every deed is a dastardly one

Evilish bastard, even you askin' for me to be po-lite

To people's like me havin' my teeth pulled

[Hook]

Nobody puts a baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll fuckin' flip on ya

'Cause nobody puts a baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll fuckin' flip on ya

[Verse 3]

So step inside a dimension

Demented side of a mind that's like an inside of an engine

While I multiply your undivided attention

But be reminded: if I didn't mention

I lose my mind and my temper

You'd be the first one who finds him offensive

Got him climbin' the fences

Lost some time to addiction

But look up rhyme in the dictio-nary, I'm in the picture

Eminem is the synonym for it, I'm an enigma

Fuck it, let's get to the meatballs, I'm gonna skip the

Veg and potatoes, edumacator

They are shit, legends are made of spit, treacherous data

Shit that you would say to your worst enemy

This wretched is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada

Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman

With metham-phetamines in his left hand

In his right is a sledgehammer

In pajamas, standin' in front of a webcam

Beatin' himself in the head 'til Russell lets him off Def Jam

Maybe I need my head examined

Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb

Hangin' from his ceiling, drippin' with a bed pan

I need meds, swear to God

'Cause if I go off the edge, T.I. ain't talkin' me off the ledge

Man, heart-throb, better fart, ah

Nah, more like a smart slob

Part Blob that'll stab you with a sharp ob-ject to the heart

And leave claw marks all over the Wal-Mart walls

Little baby with large balls

Fuck mud-slingin', I'm blood-flingin'

There's nothing on this fucking Earth

Better than bein' the king of the playground

I hate the swings, but I love bein' an underdog

'Cause when I'm pushed I end up swingin' (Ah!)

[Hook]

Nobody puts a baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll fuckin' flip on ya

'Cause nobody puts a baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll fuckin' flip on ya

• Artist:Eminem
• Album:The Marshall Mathers LP 2