The way I’m racin’ around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCARĭale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Of keepin’ up with the same pace, lookin’ boy, ’cause. I’ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shitīasically, boy, you’re never gonna be capable I get a “hell yeah” from Dre, lookin’ boy Hey, lookin’ boy! What you say, lookin’ boy? “Oy vey, that boy’s gay!”-that’s all they say, lookin’ boyĪnd a “way to go” from your label every day, lookin’ boy Like you’re watching a church gathering take place, lookin’ boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin’ boy (Ha-ha!) Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin’? You fags think it’s all a game, ’til I walk a flock of flames Only Hall of Fame I’ll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame Into the motherfuckin’ Rock and Roll Hall of FameĮven though I’ll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren ‘Cause I use it as a vehicle to “bus the rhyme” Let me show you maintainin’ this shit ain’t that hard, that hardĮverybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have gotĭid nothing but shoot for the Moon since (Pew!) ‘Cause I’m beginnin’ to feel like a Rap God, Rap God While I’m masterfully constructing this masterpièce It’s actually disastrously bad for the wack Rappers are havin’ a rough time period, here’s a maxi pad How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half I’ll still be able to break a motherfuckin’ table
With this rappity brat, packin’ a MAC in the back of the Ac’Īnd at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicin’ that You don’t really wanna get into a pissin’ match Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill ’em all with) With Monica Lewinsky feelin’ on his nutsack They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-botīut for me to rap like a computer it must be in my genesĮver since Bill Clinton was still in office Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? I’m beginnin’ to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodĪll my people from the front to the back nod, back nod If that means what I think it means, we’re in trouble, big trouble Īnd if he is as bananas as you say, I’m not taking any chances” “Just a feeling I’ve got, like something’s about to happen, but I don’t know what. “Something’s wrong, I can feel it” (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you’re on!) “But I’m only going to get this one chance” (Six minutes-, six minutes-) “Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings”
Fresh, Slick Rick, MC JB, Crazy J, Ransom, Dania Maria Birks, Matthew DelGiorno, DVLP & Eminem. But the video shows us a sad ending that requires no interpretation.Rap God Lyrics by Eminem, from the album “ The Marshall Mathers LP 2 (Deluxe Edition)“, music has been produced by DVLP & Filthy, and Rap God song lyrics are penned down by Arabian Prince, OG Rocker, Doug E. The song ends in such a vague way that it can be interpreted to mean almost anything, or nothing. He may struggle with some things, but the one thing he is always certain of is that he wants nothing more than to get back to his girl. He misses her so much when he’s away driving his truck that he has to drink himself to sleep. It’s clear how much he loves this woman, even though he feels he doesn’t deserve her. The song is told from the point of view of the man in this relationship. She was willing to deal with his issues and his absence because she loved him, and presumably this was the only type of relationship she knew. She chose to be a waitress and work for her money, always waiting for him to come home. Instead, she chose to stand by and love her alcoholic, troubled, truck driving man. Being that she was beautiful, she could’ve found a ‘better man’ that would’ve gotten her out of that lifestyle.
She fell in love with a guy from high school, who she thought was so cool at the time but he turned out to have no ambition. The song is about a beautiful girl who was born into this white trash life, raised in a trailer park or a poor neighborhood. The song’s title is almost contradictory, as the phrase “white trash” implies ugliness. Although intended as an insult, some people are actually proud of this title. “White trash” is a derogatory term for the lower class, similar to hillbilly, redneck, etc. This is the title song from Everlast’s fourth solo album, which was released in 2004.