Eminem – Taking My Ball 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”.

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Make my vocals sound sexy
Come on man, come on man okay

It feels so wrong cos it feels so right
But its all right its OK with me
I’ll do my steps all by myself
I don’t need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I dance
But don’t nobody wanna play with me so I’m
Taking my ball and going home home

I’m that guy man
Shove a diamond up my hind end
And crush it with my butt muscles while I cut vocals
Slut poke holes in ya shirt jump in mud puddles
While I stomp mud holes in ya ass girl
Now lets cuddle
Blood curdlin’ you’re gurglin’ on your blood
What I do for my next trick
I’m filling one duffle
I think I might just do something a little less subtle
Shove a f*cking tonka truck up a little kid’s butthole
Feel the wrath of a psychopath slash ambassador of the Valentine’s Day Massacre slash assassin
I slash her in the ass with a icicle
And leave her laying a blood bath
While I put a catheter in
And jump in the bath with her
In my spider-man mask man
Just imagine the fun I can have with a strap on
Stick it up Kim Kardashian’s ass and make the bitch run a triathlon
Are those pistachio’s damn I’d like to have some
Laying on the patio man rolling a fat one
Shady drop the magic marker put the cap on
God damn man are you that much of an asshole


I’m like Houdini
Tuck my teenyeenyweeny between each
One of my thighs and make it disappear like a genie
Make shit disappear like Tara Reid in a bikini believe me homie
You don’t know the meaning of a meanie
They call me the fruit loop from Jupiter
I’m trying to maneuver the hoover up in your poop shoot
Don’t move or ya might get it stuck so f*cking far in your uvula
You ain’t gonna know what he was tryna do to ya gluteus
Totally tubular sniffing glue through a tube in the studia
Now who do ya think is more fruitier
Wiener smothered in peanut butter putting on a tube of ya eye shadow and man it look nice
You should have seen it mother
I think I’ll put a piece of art on my visa card
Then I’ll go meet Mischa Barton with a Cuisinart
Then mosy on over to Rosie O’Donnell’s
With McDonald’s jump on her lap and watch the Sopranos


Shady what are you doing chewing on a human
Grab an aluminum bat hit Heidi Klum in the back boom
Assuming the fact that dudes in the back room
Using the bathroom vacuum and a raccoon
Skewing a rat or cat screwing a baboon
You shouldn’t ask what is he doing with that broom
You should be glad he didn’t leave you full of stab wounds
You in a trance I’m back doing my dance ooh
But there afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the hair
And make her wear a bathing suit and take her para sailing
Shady why you gotta pick on the lady for
Why you make her read eighty four bedtime stories to you in baby talk?
Cos I’m scared there’s monster’s under my bed
Kelly Pickler hit my juice box under my bassinet
No wonder my ass is wet my diaper needs to be changed
You like graffiti dike well I can pee pee and write your name