Lyrics Habits - Eminem , White Gold
Been
waiting
a
long
time
for
this
shit
(ah)
Long
time
no
see
(ah)
Thought
you
got
rid
of
my
ass,
huh?
(Let
me
go,
you
sick
fuck)
Alright,
here's
what
we're
gonna
do
(piece
of
shit)
You
take
this
(no)
Or
I
put
a
bullet
between
your
fucking
eyes
(i
don't
wanna)
Here
(fuck,
no)
then
we'll
split
it
(no)
Half
an
Ativan,
I'm
drivin'
straight
at
a
van
In
a
black
Sedan,
fast
as
I
can
In
Pakistan
gettin'
chased
by
a
pack
of
Stans
You
know
how
I
roll,
bitch
(what?)
I'm
an
avalanche
This
my
shit,
I'm
gonna
spit
it
how
I
wanna
spit
it
Whoever
gets
offended,
suck
a
dick
and
fuck
a
critic
'Bout
to
get
retarded
on
this
motherfuckin'
shit,
it
"You
can't
say
retarded,"
shut
up,
midget
(the
fuck?)
And
I've
been
tryna
break
the
habit
of
sayin'
any
R
words
But
I'm
still
an
addict,
so
it's
getting
harder
(ah)
Been
callin'
bitches
"hoes"
since
a
kindergartner
This
is
Jimmy
Carter,
now
I'm
kitty-cornered
(what?)
Sittin'
in
PC
court
with
a
shitty
lawyer
(shit),
like
damn
You
got
an
addiction,
man
I
know
you
can't
get
rid
of
me
forever
'cause
you
know
that
I'm
prescription,
man
Goddamn,
I
miss
you,
Slim
(woo)
You
got
an
addiction,
man
I
know
you
can't
get
rid
of
me
forever
'cause
you
know
that
I'm
prescription,
man
Next
time,
I'll
be
in
your
vein
(yeah)
Was
just
a
kid
from
Detroit
who
knew
how
to
destroy
the
booth
And
had
a
point
to
prove
(yeah),
and
I'm
missin'
(what?)
Venomous,
still
I
poison
youth,
sentences
(yeah)
I'm
pennin'
are
just
to
toy
with
you
Which
is
a
joy
to
do,
Slim
is
just
(what?)
A
lyricist
here
to
voice
his
true
sentiments
(yeah),
got
the
women
pissed
And
it
seems
like
men
are
just
(what?)
off
growing
a
huge
clitoris
(pussies)
Yeah,
I
probably
annoyed
a
few
feminists
I
reminisce
on
them
blowing
a
fuse
over
my
points
of
views
Still
I'm
devoid
of
two
shits
to
give
(yeah)
My
thinkin'
is
primitive
But
when
it
comes
to
givin'
it
to
anybody,
boy,
is
Bruce
generous
(marshall)
And
I'm
'bout
as
much
of
boy
as
Bruce
Jenner
is
(damn)
'Cause
I'm
not
a
boy,
I'm
a
man,
bitch,
man-bitch
(ha-ha)
My
speech
is
free
as
his
choice
to
choose
gender
is
(man)
This
shit
is
like
opioid
abuse,
isn't
it?
(Yup)
You
got
an
addiction,
man
I
know
you
can't
get
rid
of
me
forever
'cause
you
know
that
I'm
prescription,
man
Goddamn,
I
miss
you,
Slim
(woo,
uh)
You
got
an
addiction,
man
I
know
you
can't
get
rid
of
me
forever
'cause
you
know
that
I'm
prescription,
man
Next
time,
I'll
be
in
your
veins
There's
times
when
I
lay
down
to
sleep,
I
argue
with
myself
Am
I
the
only
one
who
thinks
it's
weird?
Do
I
need
help?
Just
a
little
bit,
no,
a
lot
of
it,
I
really,
really
gotta
quit
Something's
wrong
with
me,
my
God,
old
habits
die
hard
Look
at
you
What's
the
matter
with
you
people?
You're
sad
that
people
are
mean?
Well,
I'm
sorry,
the
world
isn't
one
big
liberal
arts
college
campus
F-
you,
you're
all
pricks
Mom
shaming,
dad
shaming
(ah),
yeah
Fat
shaming
(what?)
Man-splaining,
blah
(pfft)
Cry
babies
attack
Shady,
wah
Mad
'cause
they
can't
tame
me
(get
it)
Here
come
the
censors
(look
out),
like
the
Avengers
And
they
assemble
like
Prince
and
then
turn
A
word
like
"ginger"
into
the
N-word
All
these
pronouns
(ah)
I
can't
remember
(damn)
They
or
them,
theirs?
(Who?)
His
or
him,
hers?
(Ah)
Into
them
girls
who
bought
tits
to
get
attention
Then
get
hit
on
by
ugly
men
who
are
(creep)
Not
in
your
league,
so
you
pretend
you're
a
victim
And
me-too
'em
(ah),
outraged,
how
fake?
(What?)
Nowadays,
some
gals,
they
(what?)
just
clout-chase
(yeah)
Look
at
me
with
sour
grapes
and
your
brow
raised
Bitch,
you
ain't
about
head
(what?)
About
face
(woo)
Little
white,
middle-age,
upper-middle-class
With
a
glass
of
wine
and
your
cigarette
Bitch,
get
off
the
internet
(yeah),
you
ain't
even
fed
your
kids
dinner
yet
(still)
Parental
discretion,
mental
aggression,
my
head's
a
Smith
& Wesson
You're
messin'
with
a
lethal
weapon,
like
an
evil
stepdad
I
got
an
infrared
like
the
ginger
stepkid
who
pissed
the
bed
I
do
this
shit
in
jest
and
it's
just
a
messin'
up
with
your
head
And
if
men
wanna
wear
lipstick
and
women's
underwear
Who
cares?
Their
shit
is
their
business,
now
bear
witness
Beware,
bitches,
the
Blair
Witch
on
you
scared
bitches
I'm
surreptitious
(what?)
on
square
business
Just
attacked
my
therapist
with
a
pair
of
scissors
like
"Merry
Christmas"
Dressed
as
a
Hare
Krishna,
terrorist
with
a
hair
trigger
(woo)
But
with
these
buttons
I'm
always
pushing
(yeah),
pain
I'm
always
inflicting
(what?)
Protestors
outside
the
Shady
offices
livid
(yeah)
It'll
make
you
think
that
you
had
the
game
on
lock
'til
they
pick
it
(trick
it)
Only
way
for
me
to
explain
it
is
I'm
conflicted
(what?)
Walkin'
on
eggshells,
like
if
I
take
it
too
far,
is
this
it?
(Yeah)
Part
of
me
gets
it
and
wants
to
say
I'm
sorry
and
fix
it
(I'm
so-)
So
all
my
statements
are
basically
contradictive
(what?)
Like
using
the
F-word
for
gay
is
wrong
and
offensive
(what?)
And
insensitive
as
if
me
sayin'
the
R-word
isn't
(wait)
Wait
a
minute,
which
R-word?
Rape
or
retarded,
midget?
(Not
cool,
guys)
Would
this
rhyme
be
okay
if
South
Park
had
did
it?
(Okay,
screw
you
guys)
Would
it
make
you
less
angry
if
Cartman
spit
it?
(Goddammit)
And
as
far
as
what
I
just
stated,
regarding
midgets
You'll
probably
think
I'll
just
say
that
I'm
playin',
I'm
not,
I
meant
it
(yeah)
Swear
to
God
I
see
one
of
them
little
fuckers
come
at
me
I'll
pick
it
up
by
its
legs
and
drop
it
and
kick
it
"Marshall,
you're
wicked,
face
it,
you
are
addicted"
(I
know)
But
they
gon'
do
me
the
same
as
DaBaby
with
all
of
this
shit
(why?)
Chappelle
and
Colin,
they're
callin'
Shady
misogynistic
While
raisin'
three
daughters,
two
graduated
from
college
with
honor
Summa
cum
laude,
my
sense
of
humor
is
probably
twisted
It's
painfully
obvious-tic
You
got
an
addiction,
man
I
know
you
can't
get
rid
of
me
forever
'cause
you
know
that
I'm
prescription,
man
Goddamn,
I
miss
you
Slim
(woo,
hey)
You
got
an
addiction,
man
I
know
you
can't
get
rid
of
me
forever
'cause
you
know
that
I'm
prescription,
man
Next
time,
I'll
be
in
your
veins
(haha)
I'm
just
playin',
little
people,
you
know
I
love
you
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