Eminem - Taking My Ball Lyrics

Lyrics Taking My Ball - Eminem



Yo... Dre, Man
Make my vocals sound sexy
Come on man, come on man, okay
It feels so wrong cause it feels so right
But its all right, its ok with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I dance
But don't nobody wanna play with me so I'm
Taking My Ball and going home, home
I'm that guy man
Shove a diamond up my hind end
And crush it with my butt muscles while I cut vocals
Slut poke holes in ya shirt, jump in mud puddles
While I stomp mudholes in ya ass girl
Now lets cuddle
Blood curdling your gurgling on your blood
What I do for my next trick
Im feeling won-der-ful
I think I might just do something a little less subtle
Shove a fucking tonka truck up a little kids butthole
Feel the wrath of a psychopath slash
Ambassador of the valentines day massacre slash assassin
I slash her in the ass with a icicle
And leave her laying a blood bath
While I put a catheter in
And jump in the bath with her
In my spiderman mask man
Just imagine the fun I can have with a strap on
Stick it up Kim Kardashian's ass and make the bitch run a triathlon
Are those pistachio's damn, I'd like to have some
Laying on the patio man, rolling a fat one
Shady drop the magic marker, put the cap on
God damn man are you that much of an asshole
It feels so wrong cause it feels so right
But its all right, its ok with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I dance
But don't nobody wanna play with me so I'm
Taking My Ball and going home, home
I'm like Houdini
Tuck my teenie eenie weenie between each
One of my thighs and make it disappear like a genie
Make the shit disappear like tara reid in a bikini, believe me homie
You don't know the meaning of a meanie
They call me the fruit loop from jupiter,
I'm trying to maneuver the hoover up in your poop shoot
Dont move or ya might get it stuck so fucking far up in your uvula
You aint gonna know what he was tryna do to ya gluteus
Totally tubular sniffing glue through a tube in the studio
Now who do ya think is more fruitier
Weenier smoothered in peanut butter putting
On a tube of ya eye shadow and man it look nice
You should've seen it mother
I think I'll put a piece of art on my visa card
Then I'll go meet Mischa Barton with a Cuisinart
Then mosy on over to Rosie-o-Donnell's
With McDonald's jump on her lap and watch the Sopranos
It feels so wrong cause it feels so right
But its all right, its ok with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I dance
But don't nobody wanna play with me so I'm
Taking My Ball and going home, home
Shady what are you doing chewing on a human
Grab an aluminum bat hit Heidi Klum in the back, BOOM!
Assuming the fact that dudes in the back room
Using the bathroom vacuum and a racoon
Skewing a rat a cat screwing a baboon
You shouldn't ask what is he doing with that broom
You should be glad he ain't leave you full of stab wounds
You in a trance, I'm back doing my dance ooh
But their afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the hair
And make her wear a bathing suit and take her para sailing
Shady why you gotta pick on the lady for
Why you make her read 84 bed time stories to you in baby talk?
Cause I'm scared there's monster's under my bed
Kelly Pickler hid my juice box under my bassinet
No wonder my ass is wet my diaper needs to be changed
You like graffiti dike, well I can pee pee and write your name
It feels so wrong cause it feels so right
But its all right, its ok with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I dance
But don't nobody wanna play with me so I'm
Taking My Ball and going home, home
Fine nobody wants to play with me
Fuck you then bitch!
You guys are always mean to me anyways
All you ever do is rub gum in my hair and stuff
You guys are gonna make me... make me sad I'm sad
I'm gonna cry... I'm crying
I'm going' tell my mom... mom...



Writer(s): Andre Romell Young, Dawaun W. Parker, Trevor Lawrence, Marshall B. Iii Mathers, Mark Christopher Batson


Eminem - Relapse: Refill
Album Relapse: Refill
date of release
01-01-2009




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