Eminem – Rock Bottom (The Slim Shady LP,1999) 0

Ah yeah, Yo!
This song is dedicated to all the happy people
All the happy people
That have real nice lives
That have now idea whats it like to be broke as fuck
I feel like im walking a tight rope
Without a circus net
Im popping percuset
Im a nervous wreck
I deserve respect
But im working sweat for this worthless cheque
Bout to burst this tec, for somebody to reverse this debt
Minimum wage got my idrenaling cave
Pull the venom in rage
Ecspecially when im engaged
And my daughters down to her last dipper
Thats got my ass hyper
I prayed to God answers, maybe i'll ask nicer
Watching bollocks well they crossing and pathfinders
These overnight stars become autograph signers
We'll all gone blow up and leave the past behind us
Along with the small fry's and average half pinters
Well Player Haters turn a bitch like they have vagina's
'Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us
Money will brainwash and leave your ass minus
Snakes sliver up the grass spine less
Thats Rock Bottom
When this life makes you mad enough to kill
Thats Rock Bottom
When you want somthing bad enough you'll steal
Thats Rock Bottom
When you feel you have had it up to hear
'cause you mad enough to scream but you sad enough to tear
(X2)
My life is full of empty promises
And broken dreams
Im hopen things will look up
But there aint no job openings
I feel discouraged hungry and malnutrition'd
Liven in this house with no furness, un-furnished
Im sick of working dead end jobs with lame pay
Tired of being hired and fired on the same day
But Fuck it, you know the rules to the game, play
Cause when we die we know were all going the same way Its cool to be player, but it sucks to be the fan
Cause all you need is bucks to be the man
Plus a luxury sedan,
Comfortable and roomy in the six
But they threw me in the mix
With all these gloomy loony lunatics
Walk around depressed
And smoke a pound of sense a day
And yesterday we'll buy so quick, it seems like it was just today
Theres people that love me and people that hate me I want the money, the woeman, the fortune, the fame
Means I aint burning in hell scorching in flames
Means I m stealing your cheque book and forging your name
Like times lives for eternal torture and pain
'Cause right now I feel like just hit the rock bottom
I got problems and now everbody on my block's got 'em
Im screaming like those two cops when 2pac shot 'em
Holding two glocks, I hope your door got two locks on 'em
My daughters feet aint got no shoe's or sock's on 'em
And them rings you wearing look like they got a few rock's on 'em
When you flaunting them I could be taking them to shops to pawn them
I got a couple of rings and a brand new whatch you want 'em?
'Cause I never went gold of one song
I'm running up on someone's lawn with guns drawn
Chorus