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White America
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Songteksten Eminem White America songtekst:
America [America]
*hahaha"
We love you [We love you]
[Jets flying overhead]
How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours?
The stripes and the stars for the rights of men who have died for to protect?
The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedom of speech the
United States Government has sworn to uphold
Yo, I want everyone to listen to the words of this song
Or so we're told
Verse 1
I neva woulda dreamed in a million years I'd see
So many motha****in' people who feel like me
Who share the same views
And the same exact beliefs
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It's like a ****in' army marchin' in back of me
So many lives I touched
So much anger aimed at no particular direction
Just sprays and sprays
And straight through your radio waves
It plays and plays
Till it stays stuck in ya head
For days and days
Who woulda thought standin' in this mirror
Bleachin' my hair wit some Peroxide
Reachin' for a T-shirt to wear
That I would catapult to the fore-front of rap like this
How can I predict my words
And have an impact like this
I musta struck a chord wit somebody up in the office
Cuz congress keeps tellin' me
I ain't causin' nuttin' but problems
And now they sayin' I'm in trouble wit the Government
I'm lovin' it
I shoveled shit all my life
And now I'm dumpin' it on
Chorus[2x]
WHITE AMERICA!
I could be one of ya kids
WHITE AMERICA!
Little Eric looks just like this
WHITE AMERICA!
Erica loves my shit
I go on TRL
Look how many hugs I get
Verse 2
Look at these eyes baby blue baby just like yaself
If they were brown
Shady lose Shady sits on the shelf
But Shady's cute
Shady knew Shady's dimples would help
Make ladies swoon baby [ooo baby]
Look at myself!
Let's do the math
If I was black I woulda sold half
I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that
But I can rap so **** school
I'm too cool to go back
Gimme the mic
Show me where the ****in' studios at
When I was underground
No one gave a **** I was white
No labels wanted to sign me
Almost gave up, I was like "Fuck it"
Until I met Dre
The only one who looked past
Gave me a chance
And I lit a fire up under his ass
Helped him get back to the top
Every fan black that I got
Was probably his in exchange for every white fan that hes got
Like damn we just swapped
Sittin' back look at this shit wow
I'm like "My skin, is it startin' to work to my benefit now?"
Chorus [2x]
Verse 3
See the problem is I speak to suburban kids
Who otherwise woulda never knew these words exist
These moms probably woulda never gave 2 squirts of piss
Till I created so much mutha****in' turbulance
Straight out the tube right into ya livin' rooms I came
And kids flipped
When they knew I was produced by Dre
That's all it took
And they were instantly hooked right in
And they connected wit me too because I looked like them
That's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope
Searchin' wit a fine toothed comb
It's like this rope waitin' to choke
Tightenin' around my throat
Watchin' me while I write this like "I dont like this, NO!"
All I hear is
Lyrics lyrics constant controversy
Sponsors workin' round the clock
To try to stop my concerts early
Surely hip hop is never a problem
In Harlem only In Boston
After it bothered ya fathers
Of daughters startin' to blossom
Now I'm catchin' the flack from these activists
When they raggin'
Actin' like I'm the 1st rapper to smack a bitch and say faggot
Shit,
Just look at me like I'm ya closest pal
A poster child
The mutha****in' spokesman now for
Chorus [2x]
Outro:
So to the parents of America
I am the damager aimed at little Erica
To attack her character
The ring leader of the circus of worthless pawns
Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress
And piss on the lawns of the White House
To burn the casket and replace it with a parental advisory sticker
To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hipocracy
Fuck you Ms. Cheney
Fuck you Tipper Gore
Fuck you with the freeness of speech this divided states of embarrasment Will allow me to have
Fuck You!
Hahaha! I'm just playin' America, you know I love you
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