taking my ball lyrics – eminem

“taking my ball”

yo…dre man..make my vocals sound s*xy,
come on man, come on man, okaaaay,

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 n*body 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 n*body wanna play with me so i’m
taking my ball and going home, hooome,

[verse 1]
i’m that guy man,
shove a diamond up my hind end,
and crush it with my b*tt muscles while i cut vocals,
sl*t poke holes in ya shirt, jump in mud puddles,
while i stomp mudholes in ya *ss 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 f*cking tonka truck up a little kids b*tthole,
feel the wrath of a psychopath slash amb*ssador of the valentines day m*ssacre slash *ss*ssin
i slash her in the *ss 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 *ss and make the b*tch run a triathlon,
are those pistachio’s d*mn, 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 d*mn man are you that much of an *sshole,


[verse 2]
i’m like houdini,
tuck my teenie eenie weenie between each
one of my thighs and make it disappear like a genie,
make the sh*t 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 p**p shoot,
dont move or ya might get it stuck so f*cking 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 b*tter 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..


[verse 3]
shady what are you doing chewing on a human,
grab an aluminum bat hit heidi klum in the back, boom!
*ssuming the fact that dudes in the back room
using the bathroom vacuum and a rac**n,
skewing a rat a cat scr*w*ng 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 there 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 b*ssinet,
no wonder my *ss is wet my diaper needs to be changed,
you like graffiti dike, well i can pee pee and write your name,


fine n*body wants to play with me
f*ck you then b*tch!
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…

/ eminem lyrics