Eminem – Get Back 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: Tony Touch, Eminem, D12
Lyrics:
[Eminem]
Get back, get back
You better get back, get back, back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back [repeat both lines 3x]
You better…
[Proof]
Doin’ a box of doctrine, on stompin’ oxygen
After 10 wit fork to your optic lens
Hittin’ wit a sudden force
Leave your boy layin’ in the same puddle of blood as yours
When I flood his porch
Smuugle a gun in court and shoot the judge
Easily reduce a thug to a future scrub
A double-deuce wit slugs, I’m Proof on drugs
We’ll turn you to a rapper that we used to love
How you on medicine cabinet pills
Grabbin’ the steel, leapin’ over buildings that haven’t been built
I’m not the best yet ’cause I haven’t been killed
I’m laughin’ at you faggot-ass rappin’ for deals, you better
[Eminem]
Get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better…
I’m disappointed in my dentist appointment
He only gave me the f*ckin’ gas for thirty minutes this mornin’
Went to the hospital to get a chest X-ray
Checked out the next day in a dress wit a sex change
I’m havin’ a bad day
My f*ckin’ dad’s gay, I hate fags, and I’m f*ckin’ mad ’cause I don’t have AIDS
All I want to do is die
I tried suicide six times and couldn’t even do it right
Collapsed, had a relapse and called three cabs
And had to be dragged back to rehab wit bloody kneecaps
Enrolled myself in a twelve-step program
Tripped on the first step and got pinned down in a chokeslam
I swear to God, this ‘Pac poster comes any closer
I’m kickin’ this whole f*ckin’ wall over
Two more shots and it’s all over
I’m all over this wall, tryin’ not to fall over
[Bizarre]
Bloaw Bloaw!
Shots in broad day
(BIZARRE, THAT’S YOUR MOM!)
The bitch shouldn’t have been in the way
Me, Shady and Mike f*ckin a hemaphrodite
My little sister was a virgin till late last night
High off a kite off of stick of sherm
Put your mother in a full-nelson while my boys take turns
A unibomber tryin to escape this country
Tell O.J. he better be comin’ up wit my money
Bizarre goes commercial? Nigga, you can forget it
Bitch suck my *dick* that is the radio edit
I’m quick to smack the shit out of a foe
I ain’t had pussy in a while, I’m too busy f*ckin assholes
Battle me, you better go eat your vegetables
I’m iller than a Muslim eatin a pork hotdog in African festival
This shit is serious, watch me sniff ‘cane
Avoid the pain and f*ck a bitch barely potty-trained
[Eminem]
Get back, get back
You better get back, get back back
You better get back, get back
You better get back, get back back [repeat both lines 5x]
You better get the f*ck back
“Get back”