Lyrics Little Engine - Eminem
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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