เนื้อเพลง There He Is - Eminem

[Intro: Bobby Creekwater]
Yesssss, ladies and gentlemen (yeah man)
Bobby Creekwater, today's host
Today's narrator, yeah
(We do this sh*t every year around this time)
Today's what-the-f*ck-ever you wanna call it
But I need y'all to sit back, and listen
Listen man (f*ck what you write man, just go get 'em)

[Verse One]
An executive mindframe, f*ck tryin to rap
N*ggaz represent a corner, I refined the map
Artesian water, this is flow untapped
And rep for 'em like Mike on playoff night; that's if the payoff right
The dream team, Bobby Creek, Em, 50 and them
We +Run the City+ like Diddy and them
The opposition we just pityin them, it's no chance
Put you n*ggaz in the special olympics is no dance
I'm nice like a meal twice, n*gga no grams
Get them b*tches out they pants, I did it with no hands!
See, one thing's for sure I'm pure uncut
Baby you can either stay down or get gunned up
Mr. Night Life, I can give you n*ggaz sun up
I just get an order, let my n*ggaz pick the gun up
That's when I bone ya, n*gga wake yo' punk ass up
This is ammonia, f*ck your face up
B*tches won't even telephone ya
I can space age pimpin, a pocket full of stone ya
Ya dig? Take the world over that's the gig
Sell enough units have Paul and Jimmy dancin the jig
Roll the Maserati through the city, me and Riggs
Bumpin Obie Trice, shoot a bird at the pigs
Ever since a n*gga got rich
Life is still a b*tch but she a high class b*tch
I just wanna f*ck with me a high class b*tch
N*gga pitch that on some eyeglass sh*t
See I classic, enough to get the mics back right
And I'm a fan of record sales, I don't like that hype
I'm here to end it

[Chorus]
Oh Lord that n*gga mean, ain't he?
Yea, goddamn that n*gga clean, ain't he?
Yea, see he a greedy baby
But some people tend to call him the return of Shady
There He Is - goddamn that n*gga clean, ain't he?
Yea, oh Lord that n*gga mean, ain't he?
Yea, see he a greedy baby
But some people tend to call him the return of Shady
Bobby Creek, Bobby Creek...

[Verse Two]
Yea, yeah
Nice like Mike right, you n*ggaz soft as night lights
Diamond's a tall order I'm just tryin to get the hype right
I'm throwed off, so hard, so soft, sold out
Bought the Coupe a color of nice weather and rolled out
I can't hold out, hot like a fish fried
Who the f*ck is this guy? The ruler on the disc I
Hit you in your suit coolers, I'm in the Coupe cooler
than pigskin men base runners and hoop shooters
A loose screw ban money like the legendary Roots crew
This is just the sh*t that I am used to
Oh nah, I don't bust a chopper but I used to
Now I put the word out - I'm sure you n*ggaz heard 'bout
Young boss sold money, old school new paint
Ball knowin you can't, give a f*ck what you think
Member of the mighty Shady Records, n*gga you ain't
Think you f*ckin with me then double whatever you drink
You can't fathom what the b*tch throwin at him
Couple n*ggaz hatin on him but the fans waitin on him
like a, PlayStation 3, money for your advance
My vacation fee, ain't no use in hatin me n*gga
And don't sh*t-talk pimp, I'd rather flush
anyone with big enough nuts to come and f*ck with us
I bust but keep in mind, pressure bust pipes
And you n*ggaz wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
What the f*ck? (yeah)

[Chorus]