The Poster Child... the mother fuckin' spokesman now....
 

Now this is more like it (LOL):

America! We love you! How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours? The stripes and the stars for the rights that men have died for to protect
The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedom of speech the United States government has sworn to uphold. (Yo I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) or so we're told...

I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see, so many motherfuckin' people who feel like me
who share the same views and the same exact beliefs, it's like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me
So many lives I touch, so much anger aimed in no particular direction
just sprays and sprays and straight through your radio waves it plays and plays, till it stays stuck in your head for days and days
who woulda thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair, with some peroxide, reachin for a t-shirt to wear
that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this? How could I predict my words would have an impact like this
I must've struck a chord, with somebody up in the office, cuz Congress keeps telling me I ain't causin' nuthin' but problems
and now they're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government, I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life/and now I'm dumping it on...

White America!
I could be one of your kids
White America!
Little Eric looks just like this
White America!
Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get

Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown Shady lose, Shady sits on the shelf
but Shady's cute, Shady knew Shady's dimples would help, make ladies swoon baby, ooh baby! Look at my sales
Lets do the math, If I was black I would've sold half, I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that
but I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin' studio's at
When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white, no labels wanted to sign me almost gave up, I was like
Fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up under his ass
helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got was probably his in exchange for every white fan that he's got
Like damn, we just swapped. Sittin' back lookin' at shit, wow, I'm like my skin is it starting to work to my benefit now?

White America!
I could be one of your kids
White America!
Little Eric looks just like this
White America!
Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get

See the problem is I speak to suburban kids who otherwise would of never knew these words exist
whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss, till I created so much motherfuckin' turbulence
straight out the tube, right into your living room I came, and kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre
That's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like them
that's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope, searchin' with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope
waitin' to choke, tightening around my throat, watching me while I write this, like I don't like this (Nope)
All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working round the clock, to try to stop my concerts early
surely hip hop was never a problem in Harlem only in Boston, after it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom
so now I'm catchin' the flack from these activists when they raggin', actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or say ******
shit, just look at me like I'm your closest pal, the posterchild, the mother fuckin' spokesman now for...

White America!
I could be one of your kids
White America!
Little Eric looks just like this
White America!
Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get

So to the parents of America
I am the derringer aimed at little Erica, to attack her character
The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns
Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress
And piss on the lawns of the White House and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker
To spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy of hypocrisy
Fuck you Ms. Cheney! Fuck you Tipper Gore! Fuck you with the freest of speech this divided states of embarassment will allow me to have, Fuck you!



I'm just kiddin' America, you know I love you...

Damn I love that song...

And I'm the type of person you would never think listens to Eminem. But he does have some messages, now don't he. LOL

I love Eminem :)

He's definately a leader in the anti-censorship war. Heh

I am scared now. I was just listing to that song.

In the car I usually listen to something like:

* Eric Clapton

or

* Elton John

or even some classical music to get me into a thinking mood.

But sometimes I'm driving on Highway 36 in the Cobra on the way to Humboldt County and I think "why am I listening to classical music on this road?" (it's very curvy and fun to drive on fast). So I pop in Eminem, and that song in particular, and soon I'm a target for a speeding ticket!

I didn't know you were gay.

Damn...I guess you do learn something new every day. :glugglug

Very funny. I thought that night... champagne... bubble bath... the two of us...

I thought that was evident.

Wait... Aaron pulled the same moves on you?

Damn.

You told me the whores were on their way. I believed you.

What happened after I passed out from the champagne?


Nevermind..Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

You too? That cheating SOB!

:1orglaugh

Fuck you...You paid me for the cock. :321GFY

All I have to say is:

:Graucho

And I got ripped off. I'd chargeback, but I'm too embarassed.

:thumbsup

Eminem :thumbsup

mMm, pick me up some of that humboldt ganja when you go back.:thumbsup