Eminem - Little Engine

[Intro: Alfred Hitchcock] I trust that everyone is enjoying the music As the title of the album suggests This was meant for your listening pleasure While you are being done in [Verse 1] Call this evil intent, like me in a limo (Yeah) Like the shade in these windows Smoke gray, ladies go mental But no way they can see in though (Nah) OJ blade is a pencil (Yeah) Propane takin' my cranium Code-name Titanium Temper I almost swallowed my car I call my Mercedes a Benzo Bitch, I ball like a baby Ball like J, but not Jaysin Jay-Z, J as in Leno ’Cause I got a huge mansion No, huge man chin, new Manson, loose cannon Too scandalous, Sue Atkins The kinda crazy you can't fix I'm still the one your parents hate I’m in your house eatin' carrot-cake While I sit there and wait and I marinate I'm irritated, you 'bout to meet a scary fate And come home to find yourself starin' straight into a fuckin' barrel like Sharon Tate Raise the concerto while I narrate Yeah, you be on the straight and narrow like a fuckin' arrow shape I be on a higher plane in aerospace With so much leg-room and air space on this airplane Unlike you 'cause you’re on a flight too, but it’s a staircase [Chorus] Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin gone I'm losin’ control Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe Overd-d-dose Time to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endo Like a win-window Little engine gone, little engine [Verse 2] I am the top-sellin', who cares? Stop dwellin', then stop yellin' I’m not yellin', you're yellin' Smart aleck, goddammit Fuck is that? Stop hammering (God) That's what it sounds like in my brain Much as I fight to restrain I have the right to remain violent Any rhyme that I say can and will be used against you Icicle veins, mics will get slain Life it will strangle you with bicycle chain You're gonna have to come identify the remains Wait, what? I said my head is twisted like a red tie (Yup) Can't get a fuckin' word in, edgewise (Shut up) Success overnight like a red eye (Bitch) Dressed like a Jedi at a Best Buy from the Westside I'm hot dog, no you're not, I'm the guy with the Oscar, admires And the appliances like washers and dryers Chick ran up like, "Marshall, you're fire" I looked down and said, "No, I'm not, you're a liar" She said, "No, your music" Heard you're back with the Dr. and I heard [Chorus] Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin gone I'm losin' control Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe Overd-d-dose Time to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endo Like a win-window Little engine gone, little engine [Verse 3] Dr. Dre (Psycho) Psycho, killer Michael (Michael), Thriller (Thriller), my flow, apeshit I Go-rilla My flow (My flow), still a psycho (Psycho), killer (Killer) (Nitro) Hi ho, Silva Similes and idioms giddy up I think I can, I think I can I know I can, psycho I am Michael, my knife go right hand In my left hand, I hold mic stand Little engine gone Ch-ch-chill like I d-d-do z-z-zilch (Yeah) Like Kaepernick, I got n-n-kneel, word to Goodwill-will This must be how bein' hoodrich feels Was a ghetto boy, now I ball out like Bushwick Bill (Hi ho) Finna take you out like an outro Bruce Wayne and Alfred, look out ho Blueface meets Albert DeSalvo Balboa with a scalpel Scoundrel hound with a mouth full of Alpo [Chorus] Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin gone I'm losin' control Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe Overd-d-dose Time to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endo Like a win-window Little engine gone, little engine