Eminem
Eminem
Marshall Bruce Mathers III, known professionally as Eminem, is an American rapper, songwriter, record producer, and actor from Detroit, Michigan. In addition to his solo career, he is a member of D12, and with Royce da 5'9" is one half of the hip-hop duo Bad Meets Evil. Eminem is the best-selling artist of the 2000s in the United States. Rolling Stone ranked him 83rd on its list of 100 Greatest Artists of All Time, calling him the King of Hip...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionRapper
Date of Birth17 October 1972
CitySaint Joseph, MO
CountryUnited States of America
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail.
You know, I don't know if you know this about me or not, but I'm kind of a big deal.
I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive?
It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me Admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you
Just be yourself man, be proud of who you are.
My earliest memory was raping the babysitter when I was 5...she was 15.
I was born a premature birth. My first words were "bleep, bleep" and "Curse, Curse" My breath still stinks and I'm on my 3rd cert.
Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole We heard a knock at the door, must have been Ron Gold' Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold Killed em both and smeared blood on the white Bronco
They call me superman, I'm here to rescue you.
You can't control who likes you. If I got Backstreet Boy fans what am I supposed to do? Turn them away? Whoever likes my stuff, likes my stuff but just know Slim Shady is hip hop, I grew up on hip hop, it's the music I love and it's the music I respect. I respect the culture...that's me.
I had too much Nyquil and Vivarin again. Lost my stomach all over the place.
Cuz this is what happens when bad meets evil We hit the trees till we look like Vietnamese people
I Like Gay Men, Right Ken?
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already: mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down. The whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth but the words won't come out He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up, over - blaow!