Right For Me Lyrics & Tabs by Eminem
Right For Me
guitar chords lyrics
I feel phenomenal as usual
Pharmaceuticals, glue stick to crucify me at Bonnaroo
But I don't know if I'm in Tennessee, Chicago, or Houston
In the corner tryna seek solitude
Shallow but such a hollow dude
I won't even swallow solid food
Alcoholic too, plus I'm on lean like the Tower of Pisa
Top it off I'm on mushrooms so fuck all of ya
Roses are violet, mollies are blue
Lost in a ball of confusion, it's all an illusion
It's probably the shrooms I'm on
Cuz I think I started hallucinatin'
Cuz I just thought I just heard Jay Electronica & Odd Future's new shit
& all I can do is follow the music
& end up wit Paula Abdul at Lollapalooza
Cuz I just thought I just heard Jay Electronica & Odd Future's new shit
& all I can do is follow the music
& end up wit Paula Abdul at Lollapalooza
Filling water balloons wit nail polish remova.
Just a pro'lem in wallowin' fumes
I feel uptight I got to get loosa
Afta I finish polishin' off this bottle of booze I got a solution
Concentrated like orange juice so I'm not as diluted
Cuz all this delusion got me seein' shit
Excusez-moi but that coochie did pass
Ya see her ass? Wouldn't make her my main squeeze
But juicier ass, it belongs in a juicer
It's mouth waterin' too so I walked up to it like I'm Marshall
Wanna try to meet my standards? I'll duce ya
Oh I'm a misogynist too but I'm not a masseuse
But my attitude is rubbin' off on the youth
A chronic abuser, not only user of marijuana
I mean verbal assault that I use to smoke all of ya losers
Got a bazooka, a shotgun, a ruger, a Glock, & a nuke
& a Rottweiler too, I'm not in the mood so
When I say I'm bringin' the Tech out
I'm not comin' to repair yo fucking electronic computers
God, I'm goin' to puke, I'm so gone off the hookah
I think I swallowed a loofa
I'm tore up, demolished, a fucking stone like Oliver
Like I looked Medusa in the eyeball to seduce her
The thoughts I produce are loony tunes
The box of usable latex gloves & the socks & the shoes
2 replace next up Veronica's boobs
& a paychecks that were stuffed in a glove box
In a blue Honda wit used condoms were clues
The girl was just not the one suitable fo' or
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Right fo' me, will change me, rearrange my head 2 be
Just right fo' ya & me, dont laugh, please listen!
Dont laugh, please listen!
(2)
Thought Id give in to the pressure
Collapse & crumble perhaps
Relapsing under that
Well that's a bunch of crap
In the clutch, I'm the Captain Crunch of rap
& I'm sick of acting humble, that's enough of that
Fuck that shit, cut the sack
Like it's a natural reaction
That's why I'm actually trapped in this shoving match
Cuz push keeps coming to that
I can keep getting my ass kicked, Im coming back
Like a sarcastic crumpled sack of shit, still mad
Disgruntled had sum' struggles yeah
But that passionate hunger's back
The fantastic juggling act
& the way I flip my tongue on the track
It's like verbal acrobatics, but in fact
Last time I tried to pull off a dramatic stunt as drastic
I fucking crashed my hovercraft
Afta I strapped the duffel bag to my back
& stuck the massive punchin' bag in it
An elastic bungee strap, proper plaster, a thumb tack
& a piece of plastic bubble wrap
Went spastic & fuckin' snapped
Jumped & splashed in a puddle of battery acid
Stumbled back, recovered, back flipped
& landed on a gymnastic tumble mat
& fo' my last trick, lunge on back lash
On a N.A.S.A. shuttle flap, fuckin' snapped the rudder in half
Chuckled & laughed, buttaled my last rebuttal
& just asked him to come crash
& I go grab my Go-Go-Gadget inflatable gigantic humongous mattress
& ceramic construction hat, rubbed my magic mushroom tat
Fell off then splat, get up from that
Face taped to a waste paper basket
Throw up then gas, lungs collapse
& that's mo' likely than finding sumeone that's
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Right fo' me, will change me, rearrange my head 2 be
Just right fo' ya & me, dont laugh, please listen!
Dont laugh, please listen!
(3)
Couple of shots of Jäger
Public intoxication, dis fucking?
Flooded wit thoughts of anger
While I was away I know probably sum' of ya got 2 thinking
'You're top 10, ain't ya?' stop cuz ya fuckas are talking crazy
& stop interrupting you're not even up in the conversation
Whether you're punchin' a clock or famous
Underground, pop, or nameless, whateva yo job is
I came 2 fuck wit yo occupation
You're thinking just cuz ya came in wit scrubs
& ya brought the scalpel & sponge
The oxygen tank & the suction & shot the brain surgeon
Stuck in the operating room
Once ya done swapped yo name wit him
Smuggled in Ronald Reagan, dug him up, Donald Fagen
While juggling waffles baking
Fucking McDonald's egg & cheese sausage bagel finagle
They flung it across the table
Then bump it & knock it shake it
Jumped & got in the way then disrupted my concentration
I said fuck it & lost my patience
Since they all woke up from sedation
Ain't none of ya Doctor Dre so then what does it got ya thinking
Ya can fuck wit this operation aftamath, still running hip-hop amazing
I'm still plugging along, no need fo' an assumption
Here's confirmation, I'm up fo' the long duration
I'm just looking fo' sumethin' 2 walk away wit
Sum' pocket change & a lil integrity
Tho' I'll probably be jumping across the stage
Till I'm fucking Madonna's age &
Stuck in an awkward place in my life
But I shit ya not like I'm fucked up wit constipation
That day will come befo' I stumble upon sum' lady thats
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Right fo' me, will change me, rearrange my head 2 be
Just right fo' ya & me, dont laugh, please listen!
Dont laugh, please listen!
