Under The Infulences
Artist: Eminem

Album: The Marshall Mathers LP

Title: Under the infulences



So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit

Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick ha ha!

Two pills I pop 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies

I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid twenties

A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass

so the rats can't chew through his last pants

I'm like a mummy at night fightin with bright lightning

Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin him

I'm like a fuckin wasp in the hospital lost

Stingin the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls

I light a candle and place it up on the mantle

Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin handle

So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin

[Swifty] Bitch it's too late

[Eminem] Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains


I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator

Degradin, creatin murders to kill haters

Accused for every crime known through the equator

They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin blood on my 'gators

My weed'll hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'

I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face {*BLAM*}

With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose

You never hear me say, "Forgive me"

I'm snatchin every penny - it gotta be that way nigga, face it

That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it

You hidin, I make the president get a facelift

Niggaz just afraid, handin me they bracelets

Chillin in the lab wasted

I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin - throw up on the mic

Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site

And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

Chorus: Eminem

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit

Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick

Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit

Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick


I'm a compulsive liar, settin my preacher on fire

Slashin your tires, flyin down Fenkel and Meyers

Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired

Jackin my dick off in a bed of barbed wire

(Hey, is Bizarre performing?) Bitch didn't you read the flyer?

Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor

(Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired

Fuckin your bitch in the ass with a tire iron

I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip

My DJ's in a coma for lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*}

Lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*}

Lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*} (Damn!)

{*DJ reverses the record and scratches it back on beat*}

I'm fuckin anything when I'm snortin

It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion

{*dog whines*} Some bitch asked for my autograph

I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed

I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam

All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin ass mom


Aiyyo flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack

Weed laced with somethin {*gun cocks*} nigga pass that

In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats

At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast gats

Be your mom on publishin, get your ASCAP-ped

The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack

Want your motherfuckin pockets, ASAP

I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's

Born loser, half theif and half black

Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at

Bitch smacker, rich rappers get their Jag jacked

and found chopped up in a trash bag


We stranglin rappers until the point they can't yell

cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales

Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace

Gruesome, and causin more violence than nine hoodlums

I grapple your adam's apple until it crackle

Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you

Get executed, cuz I'm a "Luni"

I got a "Yukmouth" and it's polluted

I cock it back then shoot it

I love snatchin up players thugs and young ballers

Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers

Brigade barricade to bring the noise

While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys

If I go solo, I'm doin a song with Bolo

A big Chinese nigga, screamin "Kuniva yo yo.."

I leave ya face leakin, run up in church

and smack the preacher while he's preachin

Take a swing at the deacon

[Kon Artis]

I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight

I was straight 'til I got caught sellin em shake

I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent

I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tent

with the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order

I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin in water

In cahoots with this nigga named Fall Out Von

Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb

(Special delivery!) I signed to a local label for fun

Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run

Driveby you in the rain while you carry your son

Call your house and hang up on you for not givin me none

Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun

Got a reputation for havin niggaz runnin they funds

Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin some one's

'til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin in dough



Haha.. suck my motherfuckin dick

D-12.. Dirty motherfuckin Dozen

Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin husbands

Bizarre kid

Swifty McVeigh

The Kon Artis

The Kuniva

Dirty Harry

Haha, and Slim Shady..