EMINEM - Ain't Nuttin but Music (Feat. D12) lyrics

rate me


It's shit like this I kick to these rich white kids

Who just might see how fucked up this sick life is

Ooops I did it again didn't I my shit's harder

To figure out than what Britney's tit size is

Oooh I probably pissed you off again didn't I bitch

So what Christina Gaguilera kiss my grits

You know how many shit's I get if I wish I did

So I can quit givin these twisted little kids ideas

This just in, Britney just dissed Justin

She just fucked Ben, got tit fucked and dick sucked him

If Afflec can get his ass licked, how I can't shit

Goddamn bitch I'm rich I can't understand this

Are those pictures they made of us together on the internet

As close as I'm ever gonna get to hittin it from the back

And shit when it comes to that I hit harder from the back

Than Everlast when he's pluggin Lethal in his fuckin ass

Just give me one more chance Britney hit me one more time

Let me know what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more line

To sniff, you fuckers know what time it is

Fuck your jewelery my record's almost diamond, BEEOTCH!

[HOOK 2X: Eminem + Dr Dre]

What's goin on in the world today

People fightin, feudin, lootin, it's okay

Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll

Tell 'em Dre- It aint nuttin but music


Eminem doesn't like N'Sync, well I do

So fuck him, and the Backstreet Boys too

Whatever happened to the cast of Different Strokes

Mary's broke, Ty's snortin coke, and then an overdose

I got two little boys wit me

Michael Jackson sent two helicopters to get me

I'm up early wit my hair curly

Me and Mr. Furly, fuckin Laverne and Shirley!


Alotta rappers are livin in la la land

That's why I let my dogs out on the Baha men

As bad as a life I had, I'm not mad

I don't need to be a jackass to beat up my dad

My whole family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned

And she keeps askin me why I rap wit a honky

But grannie I'm a flunky I could be a junky

I could be hangin with the hoochies out at the club scene

[Kon Artis]

To all the independent women in the house! (HEY!)

Show us your tits and shut your motherfuckin mouth! (WHAT?!)


Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney Houston

The shit's confusin (SNIFF!)

Jesse Jackson, reverend scandal

Got George Michael's, Tevin Campbells

PeeWee Herman's, peep show places

Public restrooms, peep those cases


[Swifty McVay]

Huh, your mom and dad probably mad at us (for what)

We done turned their kids into little body snatchers

Aint like where I'm from, we don't bite our tongue

Are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns

It's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhyme

Where you work you aint gettin paid for that overtime

It's only music, media know it but they blind

I aint in your light, so stay they hell up outta mine

Y'all the reason why Princess Diana ended up dyin

If you people get offended I don't care (stop cryin)

Tryin to get us to leave cuz what we say just aint clean (uh, uh)

But holdin back on what I say just aint me

[Kon Artis]

Now what's these parents all mad for? (Your music is bad for 'um)

For teenage kids that drink more than Ted Danson in Cheers

Carson drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (SHUTUP!)

Broke or rich, I still do that same old shit

I don't jump in front of a camera and change no shit

So when they ask me about my sarcasticness

I just slap 'em, turn around and ask 'em this


Hoooo Hoooo Hooo (Fade Out)

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