chaz720.net - journal

July 17, 2000

'Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say, but nothing comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch of jibberish. And mutherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre. So what do you say to somebody you hate? (what?) Or anyone trying to bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve thins in a bloodier way? (yeah) Just study a tape of NWA. One day I was walkin' by, with a walkman on. When I cought a guy give me an awkward eye. (what you lookin' at?) Stangled him up in the parking lot, with his parka knot. I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not. I'm harder than me tryin' to park a dodge, when I'm drunk as fuck, right next to a humoungous truck, in a two-car garage. Hoppin' out with two broken legs tryin' to walk it off. Fuck you too bitch, call the cops. (bark bark bark) I'm gonna kill you and those loud ass muthafuckin' barking dogs. And when the cops came too me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house, with a can full of gas and a hand full of matches, they still won't find out. (right here) So from here on out it's the chronic 2, startin' today, and tomorrow's the new. And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charlston Chew (owww!) Slim Shady, hotter than a set of twin babies, in a Mercedes Benz with the windows up when the temp goes up to the mid 80's. Callen men ladies. Sorry dock but I been crazy. There's no way that you can save me. It's okay, go with him Hailey (da da?)'

This, I think, is one of the coolest Eminem rants there is. Not altogeher too impressive by itself, but the fact that he says all that in under a minute is just whacky. And, oh, ahem, yeah, uh joel... ....eat my ass

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