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Criminal Lyrics

[Intro]A lot of people ask me stupid fuckin’ questionsA lot of people think that what I say on a recordOr what I talk about on a recordThat I actually do in real life or that I believe in itOr if I say that I wanna kill somebodyThat I’m actually gonna do it or that I believe in itWell, shit, if you believe that, then I’ll kill youYou know why? ‘Cause I’m a criminal!Criminal! You’re goddamn rightI’m a criminal! Yeah, I’m a criminal!

[Verse 1]My words are like a dagger with a jagged edgeThat’ll stab you in the head, whether you’re a fag or lezOr a homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vestPants or dress, hate fags? The answer’s yesHomophobic? Nah, you’re just heterophobicStarin’ at my jeans, watchin’ my genitals bulgin’ (Ooh!)That’s my motherfuckin’ balls, you’d better let go of ’emThey belong in my scrotum, you’ll never get hold of ’em!“Hey, it’s me, Versace! Whoops, somebody shot me!And I was just checkin’ the mail, get it? Checkin’ the male?”How many records you expectin’ to sellAfter your second LP sends you directly to jail?Come on, relax, guy! I like gay menRight, Ken? Give me an amen! (A-men!)“Please Lord, this boy needs JesusHeal this child, help us destroy these demonsOh, and please send me a brand new carAnd a prostitute while my wife’s sick in the hospital”Preacher, preacher! Fifth grade teacher!You can’t reach me, my mom can’t neitherYou can’t teach me a goddamn thing ’causeI watch TV and Comcast cableAnd you ain’t able to stop these thoughtsYou can’t stop me from toppin’ these chartsAnd you can’t stop me from droppin’ each MarchWith a brand new CD for these fuckin’ retards (Duh)And to think, it’s just little ol’ meMr. Don’t-Give-a-Fuck still won’t leave

[Chorus]I’m a criminal!‘Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it’s a crimeTo tell ’em what’s on my mind, I guess I’m a criminal!I don’t gotta say a word, I just flip ’em the birdAnd keep goin’, I don’t take shit from no oneI’m a criminal!‘Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it’s a crimeTo tell ’em what’s on my mind, I guess I’m a criminal!I don’t gotta say a word, I just flip ’em the birdAnd keep goin’, I don’t take shit from no one

[Verse 2]The mother did drugs, hard liquor, cigarettes and speedThe baby came out, disfigured ligaments, indeedIt was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as sheDon’t dare make fun of that baby, ’cause that baby was meI’m a criminal, an animal caged who turned crazedBut how the fuck you supposed to grow up when you weren’t raised?So as I got older and I got a lot tallerMy dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got largerI drank more liquor to fuck you up quickerThan you’d wanna fuck me up for sayin’ the word—My morals went *thhbbpp* when the president got oralSex in his Oval Office on top of his desk off of his own employeeNow, don’t ignore me, you won’t avoid meYou can’t miss me: I’m white, blonde-haired, and my nose is pointyI’m the bad guy who makes fun of people that dieIn plane crashes and laughs as long as it ain’t happenin’ to himSlim Shady, I’m as crazy as Em-inem and Kim combined (The maniac’s in)In place of the Doctor ’cause Dre couldn’t make it todayHe’s a little under the weather, so I’m takin’ his place (Mm-mm-mmm!)Oh, that’s Dre with an AK to his faceDon’t make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the placeI told you, Dre, you should’ve kept that thang put awayI guess that’ll teach you not to let me play with it, eh?I’m a criminal!

[Skit]MEL-MAN: Aight, lookEMINEM: Uh-huhMEL-MAN: Just go up in that motherfucker, get the motherfuckin’ money and get the fuck up outta thereEMINEM: AightMEL-MAN: I’ll be right here waitin’ on youEMINEM: AightMEL-MAN: Yo, EmEMINEM: What?!MEL-MAN: Don’t kill nobody this timeEMINEM: Awwright… goddamn, this motherfucker gets on my fuckin’ nerves!{*Whistling*} How you doin’?TELLER: Hi, how can I help you?EMINEM: Yeah, I need to make a withdrawalTELLER: OkayEMINEM: Put the fuckin’ money in the bag, bitch, and I won’t kill you!TELLER: What? Oh my God, don’t kill me!EMINEM: I’m not gonna kill you, bitch, quit lookin’ aroundTELLER: Don’t kill me, I’ve got two kids at home don’t kill me!EMINEM: I said I’m not gonna fuckin’ kill youTELLER: Don’t kill me!EMINEM: Hurry the fuck up! {*Gunshot*} Thank you!

[Verse 3]Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it (Go, go, go!)So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in itSo I’ll be disguised in it and if anybody identifiesThe guy in it, I hide for five minutesCome back, shoot the eyewitnessFire at the private eye hired to pry in my businessDie bitches, bastards, brats, petsThis puppy’s lucky I didn’t blast his ass yetIf I ever gave a fuck, I’d shave my nutsTuck my dick in between my legs and cluckYou motherfuckin’ chickens ain’t brave enoughTo say the stuff I say, so just tape it shutShit, half the shit I say, I just make it upTo make you mad, so kiss my white naked assAnd if it’s not a rapper that I make it asI’ma be a fuckin’ rapist in a Jason mask

[Chorus]I’m a criminal!‘Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it’s a crimeTo tell ’em what’s on my mind, I guess I’m a criminal!I don’t gotta say a word, I just flip ’em the birdAnd keep goin’, I don’t take shit from no oneI’m a criminal!‘Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it’s a crimeTo tell ’em what’s on my mind, I guess I’m a criminal!I don’t gotta say a word, I just flip ’em the birdAnd keep goin’, I don’t take shit from no one

[Chorus]I’m a criminal!‘Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it’s a crimeTo tell ’em what’s on my mind, I guess I’m a criminal!I don’t gotta say a word, I just flip ’em the birdAnd keep goin’, I don’t take shit from no oneI’m a criminal!‘Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it’s a crimeTo tell ’em what’s on my mind, I guess I’m a criminal!I don’t gotta say a word, I just flip ’em the birdAnd keep goin’, I don’t take shit from no one

[Outro](I am) I’m a criminal!

About the Criminal song:

The final song on The Marshall Mathers LP, “Criminal” provides plenty of examples as well as reasons/excuses for Eminem’s violent rhetoric.

As Eminem explained in Angry Blonde book:

“Criminal” was my new “Still Don’t Give a Fuck” for The Marshall Mathers LP. That’s why I did the same intro as I did on the “Still Don’t Give A Fuck”. That’s why-just like “Still Don’t Give A Fuck”-it’s the last song on the record. It sums up the whole album.

— Eminem in Angry Blonde book from 2000

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