Lyrical Breakdown of If I Get Locked Up feat. Dr. Dre (from Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap's "The Tunnel") - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Eminem weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "If I Get Locked Up feat. Dr. Dre (from Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap's "The Tunnel")" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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I used to be a lonely man, only mad Till I got a million dollars
Shit, now if I only had some fucking hair I'd pull it faster than a bullet out of Tupac's chest
Before the ambulance came too late to do it
I'm trying to grow it back again, it was an accident
I had my back against a fan and chopped it off in Amsterdam
I hate the straight jacket, it ain't latching, they can't lock it
So they staple my ass to my pants pockets
It sells padded and battered like someone else had it
Before me, I just kept throwing they fucking self at it
My head is aching, I'm dedicated to medication
But this med is taking too long to bring me to sedidation
Anyway, I got down with Dre
The first man who taught me how the Glock sounded is spray
Running up and down the street, screaming fuck the police
When you still had your mother's fucking nipple stuck in your teeth
Became a role model after Colorado
Now all they do is follow me around and holler BRAVO
Hell yeah, I punch my bitch and beat my kids in public
Suck my dick, bitch
I'm sick enough to fuck a man in his face, but I won't
You should probably wanna stand in his place
So put a sock in it with your fake ass Tupac in it
You faggots ain't tough, you just get drunk and become talkative
I'm probably the awkwardest alcoholic talking
Walking like a midget with a ladder in his back pocket
So when you see me on your block, stumbling, mumbling
A bunch of dumb shit like my drunk uncle does
I ain't buzzed, I'm just high on life
So why on earth would I need drugs when I fly on kites, motherfucker?
Slim Shady, Dr. Dre
I'm drunk past the test
If I get locked up tonight
Then I might not come home tonight
Keep it moving
Off and on in the hear me song
Off and on, Dr. Dre, your song
If I get locked up tonight
Then I might not come home tonight
Keep it moving
Off and on in the hear me song
Off and on, Dr. Dre, your song
The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tire
I set a fucking girl on fire with a curling iron
It's like I'm just joking, for Christ's sakes
Don't get so bent out of shape
Cause I went out and raped six girlfriends
Some people just don't get it
But I won't let it upset me
Cause they don't know better
They don't know what the fuck it's like to be so fed up
In fact, so many uppers you're down, it won't get up
My mind's got a mind of its own
Sometimes I can't find it at home, it hides in the stove
Shit, talk about your brain being baked
My shit's still in the oven on 480 degrees
Hayley Jade, daddy loves you, baby
You never tell me how to raise my daughter
Fuck you, lady
You critics wanna criticize
But couldn't visualize individual's lives through a criminal's eyes
The neighborhood that I grew up in, you could die for nothing
And Dirty Dozen watches over me, so try some dumb shit
I'll have a fucking man raped
With a bandaid over his mouth
And shove his head in a fan blade
You'll never tell me what I can or what I can't say
Or change cause of the age range of my fan base
Like I give a fuck who's buying this shit
Quit fucking buying it
I'm tired, bitch, I'm dying to quit
Hip-hop is universal now
It's so commercial now
It's like a circus
For the circus clowns up in the circuit now
But not the white kids like it
So they tell me I can buy it
But as soon as I get on the mic
It's like the night gets silent
Either that or boo
That's why I keep an attitude
And go to sleep with it
And wake up with it every afternoon
I'm sick of being judged
Fuck it, let me see a judge
I'll confess to every murder I've committed since three years old
Cause if I get locked up tonight
Then I might not come home tonight
Keep it moving
Off and on, Eminem is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is on
Ayo, fuck that
Turn that shit off
Just get the fuck up outta here, you know how we do