EMINEM - Right For Me lyrics

rate me


I feel phenomenal as usual

Pharmaceuticals, glue stick to crucify me at Bonnaroo

But I don't know if I'm in Tennessee, Chicago, or Houston

In the corner tryna seek solitude

Shallow but such a hollow dude

I won't even swallow solid food

Alcoholic too, plus I'm on lean like the Tower of Pisa

Top it off I'm on mushrooms so fuck all of ya

Roses are violet, mollies are blue

Lost in a ball of confusion, it's all an illusion

It's probably the shrooms I'm on

Cuz I think I started hallucinatin'

Cuz I just thought I just heard Jay Electronica & Odd Future's new shit

& all I can do is follow the music

& end up wit Paula Abdul at Lollapalooza

Filling water balloons wit nail polish remova.

Just a pro'lem in wallowin' fumes

I feel uptight I got to get loosa

Afta I finish polishin' off this bottle of booze I got a solution

Concentrated like orange juice so I'm not as diluted

Cuz all this delusion got me seein' shit

Excusez-moi but that coochie did pass

Ya see her ass? Wouldn't make her my main squeeze

But juicier ass, it belongs in a juicer

It's mouth waterin' too so I walked up to it like I'm Marshall

Wanna try to meet my standards? I'll Introduce ya

Oh I'm a misogynist too but I'm not a masseuse

But my attitude is rubbin' off on the youth

A chronic abuser, not only user of marijuana

I mean verbal assault that I use to smoke all of ya losers

Got a bazooka, a shotgun, a ruger, a Glock, & a nuke

& a Rottweiler too, I'm not in the mood so

When I say I'm bringin' the Tech out

I'm not comin' to repair yo fucking electronic computers

God, I'm goin' to puke, I'm so gone off the hookah

I think I swallowed a loofa

I'm tore up, demolished, a fucking stone like Oliver

Like I looked Medusa in the eyeball to seduce her

The thoughts I produce are loony tunes

The box of usable latex gloves & the socks & the shoes

2 replace next up Veronica's boobs

& a paychecks that were stuffed in a glove box

In a blue Honda wit used condoms were clues

The girl was just not the one suitable fo' or


Right fo' me, will change me, rearrange my head 2 be

Just right fo' ya & me, don’t laugh, please listen!

Don’t laugh, please listen!

(Verse 2)

Thought I’d give in to the pressure

Collapse & crumble perhaps

Relapsing under that

Well that's a bunch of crap

In the clutch, I'm the Captain Crunch of rap

& I'm sick of acting humble, that's enough of that

Fuck that shit, cut the sack

Like it's a natural reaction

That's why I'm actually trapped in this shoving match

Cuz push keeps coming to that

I can keep getting my ass kicked, I’m coming back

Like a sarcastic crumpled sack of shit, still mad

Disgruntled had sum' struggles yeah

But that passionate hunger's back

The fantastic juggling act

& the way I flip my tongue on the track

It's like verbal acrobatics, but in fact

Last time I tried to pull off a dramatic stunt as drastic

I fucking crashed my hovercraft

Afta I strapped the duffel bag to my back

& stuck the massive punchin' bag in it

An elastic bungee strap, proper plaster, a thumb tack

& a piece of plastic bubble wrap

Went spastic & fuckin' snapped

Jumped & splashed in a puddle of battery acid

Stumbled back, recovered, back flipped

& landed on a gymnastic tumble mat

& fo' my last trick, lunge on back lash

On a N.A.S.A. shuttle flap, fuckin' snapped the rudder in half

Chuckled & laughed, buttaled my last rebuttal

& just asked him to come crash

& I go grab my Go-Go-Gadget inflatable gigantic humongous mattress

& ceramic construction hat, rubbed my magic mushroom tat

Fell off then splat, get up from that

Face taped to a waste paper basket

Throw up then gas, lungs collapse

& that's mo' likely than finding sumeone that's


Right fo' me, will change me, rearrange my head 2 be

Just right fo' ya & me, don’t laugh, please listen!

Don’t laugh, please listen!

(Verse 3)

Couple of shots of Jäger

Public intoxication, dis fucking combobulation

Flooded wit thoughts of anger

While I was away I know probably sum' of ya got 2 thinking

'You're top 10, ain't ya?' stop cuz ya fuckas are talking crazy

& stop interrupting you're not even up in the conversation

Whether you're punchin' a clock or famous

Underground, pop, or nameless, whateva yo job is

I came 2 fuck wit yo occupation

You're thinking just cuz ya came in wit scrubs

& ya brought the scalpel & sponge

The oxygen tank & the suction & shot the brain surgeon

Stuck in the operating room

Once ya done swapped yo name wit him

Smuggled in Ronald Reagan, dug him up, Donald Fagen

While juggling waffles baking

Fucking McDonald's egg & cheese sausage bagel finagle

They flung it across the table

Then bump it & knock it shake it

Jumped & got in the way then disrupted my concentration

I said fuck it & lost my patience

Since they all woke up from sedation

Ain't none of ya Doctor Dre so then what does it got ya thinking

Ya can fuck wit this operation aftamath, still running hip-hop amazing

I'm still plugging along, no need fo' an assumption

Here's confirmation, I'm up fo' the long duration

I'm just looking fo' sumethin' 2 walk away wit

Sum' pocket change & a lil integrity

Tho' I'll probably be jumping across the stage

Till I'm fucking Madonna's age &

Stuck in an awkward place in my life

But I shit ya not like I'm fucked up wit constipation

That day will come befo' I stumble upon sum' lady that’s


Right fo' me, will change me, rearrange my head 2 be

Just right fo' ya & me, don’t laugh, please listen!

Don’t laugh, please listen!

Thanks to JewliusFW for correcting these lyrics

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