Up (Encore Version)
on? Yo, is the mic on? Check, check, Alright, do it go, come on (Eminem, Eminem, Eminem)
Evil
Lord please forgive me for I do For I not what I've done
Father please forgive me for I not what I do I just never had the chance to meet you I did not know that I would grow to be My mother's evil and do these evil deeds
Momma had a and it's head popped off (head popped off, head popped off, popped off, head popped off, head popped off) My momma don't want me, the next I know I'm gettin' dropped off (gettin' off, gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off) ring ring, on the door bell and the next door neighbors on their front porch (their front porch, their front porch, their porch, their front porch) But they didn't want me neither so left me on someone elses lawn (elses lawn, elses lawn, lawn) Till finally took me in, my great aunt, uncle Edna 'n Charles (Edna 'n Charles, 'n Charles, Edna 'n Charles, Edna 'n Charles) They the ones who were left in charge My elementary they gang up on me and sang this (sang this song, sang song, sang this song, sang this song) It went a little like mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb Debbie had a Satan spawn, spawn Momma why do they saying this I just dont understand, understand And by the way, my dad?
Predominantly, predominantly, always predominantly white, predominantly black But about me, where does that leave me Well I guess that I'm between predominantly of 'em I think if I hear that fuckin' word again scream While I'm vomiting, what do I look like, a comedian to you? Do you think I'm kidding? What do I look like some kind of idi-wait a minute, shit, answer that Why am I so Why do I go so much bullshit, it sucks bullshit, Woe is me, there goes Marshall again Whining about his and his mansion and his sorrow he's always drownin' in From the dad he never had, and how his was so bad And how his mom was a dope addict, and his ex-wife how go at it Man I'd to have it, as bad as that Mr. Mathers claims he had it I can't imagine it, that little rich poor bastard Needs to take some of that cash out the bank and a bath in it
Evil deeds, while I plant these evil Please release me these deamons I never had any of this planned ma, please believe I wanna be Satan's spawn, never got the chance to say I'm sorry Now look at all the I caused This Santa Clause, why you not comin' this again What did I do that was so bad to this could have been so perfect But life a fairytale, I'm about to be hoist up in the air Forty feet below me, there's people I don't even know what it feel like, they know me 'cause I'm in this ferris And all i wanna do is go to the mall and take on the carousel this crowd everywhere I go, but life is like a merry-go-round Here we go now, doe see doe now, up, the show must go now Ring the rosie, the shows over, you can all go home now But the curtain just don't for me, this ain't how fame is supposed to be the switch I could just turn off and on, this ain't what I chose to be So please god, give me the strength to what it takes to carry on Till I 50 back the baton, the camera's on, myself is gone
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