Evil Deeds
Eminem
Lord please forgive me for what I do For I know not what I've done [Chorus] Father please forgive me for I know not what I do I just never had the chance to ever meet you Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds Momma had a baby and it's head popped off (head popped off, head popped off, head popped off, head popped off, head popped off) My momma don't want me, the next thing I know I'm gettin' dropped off (gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off) Ring ring ring, on the door bell and the next door neighbors on their front porch (their front porch, their front porch, their front porch, their front porch) But they didn't want me neither so they left me on someone elses lawn (elses lawn, elses lawn, elses lawn) Till somebody finally took me in, my great aunt, uncle Edna 'n Charles (Edna 'n Charles, Edna 'n Charles, Edna 'n Charles, Edna 'n Charles) They were the ones who were left in charge My elementary they gang up on me and sang this song (sang this song, sang this song, sang this song, sang this song) It went a little something like mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn Momma why do they keep saying this I just dont understand, understand And by the way, where's my dad? [Chorus] Predominantly, predominantly, everythings always predominantly Predominantly white, predominantly black But what about me, where does that leave me Well I guess that I'm between predominantly both of 'em I think if I hear that fuckin' word again I'mma scream While I'm projectile vomiting, what do I look like, a comedian to you? Do you think that I'm kidding? What do I look like some kind of idi-wait a minute, shit, don't answer that Why am I so misunderstood? Why do I go through so much bullshit, it sucks bullshit, Woe is me, there goes poor Marshall again Whining about his millions and his mansion and his sorrow he's always drownin' in From the dad he never had, and how his childhood was so bad And how his mom was a dope addict, and his ex-wife how they go at it Man I'd hate to have it, as bad as that Mr. Mathers claims he had it I can't imagine it, that little rich poor white bastard Needs to take some of that cash out the bank and take a bath in it Man if I only had half of it. If you only knew the half of it [Chorus] Evil deeds, while I plant these evil seeds Please release me from these deamons I never had any of this shit planned ma, please believe I don't wanna be Satan's spawn, never got the chance to say I'm sorry Now look at all the pain I caused This Santa Clause, why you not comin' this year again What did I do that was so bad to deserve this Everything could have been so perfect But life ain't a fairytale, I'm about to be hoist up in the air Forty feet below me, there's people everywhere I don't even know what it feel like, they know me cuz I'm in this ferris wheel And all i wanna do is go to the mall and take hailie on the carousel Without this crowd everywhere I go, but life is like a merry-go-round Here we go now, doe see doe now, curtains up, the show must go now Ring around the rosie, the shows over, you can all go home now But the curtain just don't close for me, this ain't how fame is supposed to be Where's the switch I could just turn off and on, this ain't what I chose to be So please god, give me the strength to have what it takes to carry on Till I pass 50 back the baton, the camera's on, myself is gone [Chorus x2]amazing Detroit-Original Eminem Favorite Favorite Artists fucking clever fun-loving georgia munn enjoys this hip hop Hip-Hop kool rap shit memorable lyrics pop rap
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