Once again I’m digging in the Nicki Minaj goody basket, for a batch of tongue twisting mind blowing lyrics.
This week’s lyrics comes from Eminem, Slim-Shady, Marshall, whatever you wanna call him, the guy is consistent with flow, lyrical stabs, and humorous suprises. Check these lyrics from “Romans Revenge” on Nicki Minaj’s “Pink Friday”, In stores now.
I ain’t into S and M, but my whip’s off the chain
a little drop of candy paint drips off the frame
twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain
an eraser for a head, f-cking pencil for a frame
you don’t like it then peel off bitch
every last woman on Earth I’ll kill off
and I still wouldn’t f-ck you, slut
so wipe the smile on your grill off
I swear to God I’ll piss a Happy Meal off
get the wheels turning, spin a wheel off
snap the axel in half, bust the tie-rod
quit hollering “Why, God?”
He ain’t got sh-t to do with it
Bygones will never be bygones
so won’t be finished swallowing my wad
I ain’t finished blowing it, nice bra
hope it’ll fit a tough titty, bitch
life’s hard, I swear to God
life is a dumb blonde white broad with fake tits and a bad dye job
who just spit in my f-cking face and called me a f-cking tightwad
so finally I broke down and bought her an iPod
and caught her stealing my music
so I tied her arms and legs to the bed
set up the camera and pissed twice on her
look, two pees and a tripod!
the moral to the story is, life’s treating you like dry sod?
kick it back in its face, my God
it’s Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd
but don’t ask why, bitch
(ask why not)
The wo-world is my punchin’ bag and
If I’m garbage, you’re a bunch of maggots
Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me
Show me the target so I can lunge and attack it
Like a, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon
You fell off, off, they musta bumped your wagon
You musta went off the back, I’m ’bout to go off the deep end
I told you to stay in your lane, you just choked in traffic
Please leave your comments, and suggestions on what should come up next week.
Born and raised on the island streets of New Providence, Bahamas; H. Sylver grew up in a Haitian household that nurtured his love for music and theatrical performances, spoken word poetry, and writing. This passion gained him a spot on Island/Def Jam's Street Team, where he became an ambassador for hip hop, promoting artists like Jay-Z, Kanye West, Jeezy, Nas, Rick Ross, and many more. He has great insight and analysis of the current music scene, providing written reports on trending news, and original think pieces. He currently resides in Baltimore Maryland with his family, and is currently writing his first novel.