Eminem - Amityville Song Lyrics

About Eminem: Marshall Bruce Mathers III (born October 17, 1972), known professionally as Eminem (/ˌɛmɪˈnɛm/; often stylized as EMINƎM), is an American rapper, songwriter, record producer, record executive, and actor. He is consistently cited as one of the greatest and most influential artists of all time in any genre, with Rolling Stone ranking him 83rd on its list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time and labelling him the “King of Hip Hop”.

Featured Singers: Eminem, Bizarre

Lyrics:

(Kill, kill, kill)
(Kill, kill, kill
(Kill, kill, kill)

Mentally ill from Amityville (He’ll)
Accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin’ he won’t? Goddammit he will (He’s)
Mentally ill from Amityville

I get lifted and spin ’til I’m half-twisted
Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick
Pen full of ink, think sinful and rap sick shit
Shrink, pencil me in for my last visit
Drink gin til my chin’s full of splashed whiskers
Hash whiskey and ash ’til I slap bitches
Ask Bizzy, he’s been here the past six years
Mash with me you’ll get in imagine this

Mentally ill from Amityville (He’ll)
Accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin’ he won’t? Goddammit he will (He’s)
Mentally ill from Amityville

I f*cked my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother’s throat
Guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope?
My little sister’s birthday, she’ll remember me
For a gift I had ten of my boys take her virginity
And bitches know me as a horny-ass freak
Their mother wasn’t raped, I ate her pussy while she was ‘sleep
Pissy-drunk, throwin’ up in the urinal (you f*ckin’ homo’!)
That’s what I said at my dad’s funeral

Mentally ill from Amityville (He’ll)
Accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin’ he won’t? Goddammit he will (He’s)
Mentally ill from Amityville

That’s why the city is filled with a bunch of f*ckin’ idiots still (still)
That’s why the first motherf*cker poppin’ some shit he gets killed (killed)
That’s why we don’t call it Detroit, we call it Amityville (‘Ville)
You can get capped after just havin’ a cavity filled (filled)
That’s why we’re crowned the murder capital still (still)
This ain’t Detroit, this is motherf*ckin’ Hamburger Hill! (Hill!)
We don’t do drive-by’s, we park in front of houses and shoot
And when the police come we f*ckin’ shoot it out with them too!
That’s the mentality here (here) that’s the reality here (here)
Did I just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here? (huh?)
While I’m holdin’ a pistol with this many calibers here? (here??)
Plus a registration that just made this shit valid this year? (year?)
‘Cause once I snap I can’t be held accountable for my actions
That’s when accidents happen
When a thousand bullets come at your house
And collapse the foundation around you and they found you
And your family in it (Ah!)
Goddammit, he meant it when he told you!

Mentally ill from Amityville (He’ll)
Accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin’ he won’t? Goddammit he will (He’s)
Mentally ill from Amityville

Dum, tahh-dum, ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum, ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum, ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum, ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum, ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum, ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum, ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum, ta-dah-da
Dum