Eminem - Our House
Produced by Eminem
Our House Lyrics
[ Intro ] [ Eminem ]
Here’s the story, of a little boy
Growin’ up in a suburban home
Tying to cope with everyday life
Who lives in a little house
That was built, in the middle of the street
[ Verse 1 ] [ Eminem ]
Hey, Mom
Tupac’s on the juke box somebody shot two cops
and raped a little girl while two dudes watched
Nuh-uh They were tryin’ to frame him
You wouldn’t have Two Pack Shaker
No, That ain’t how you say his name ma
You’re so lame don’t you know anything
Yeah I know that you’ll probably go and join in the gang
Yeah right where’s my fuckin walkman at?
Stop cussin at me
Shut up, bitch
And quit talking back
Well, Slammed the door and I’m out
Now what? It’s probably warm in the house.
Fuck I forgot my jacket, forgot it was winter.
I’m gettin’ thinner,I’m hungry Is Mom cookin’ dinner?
Mom, Let me back in I forgot my coat
Mom come on, I’m not playin it’s cold
Alright, sorry I need a jacket
Mom look, my Tupac tape I just cracked it
Mom, please let me back in
It is Two Pack Shaker I just asked him
I’m freezin, I’m sneezin
I’m breathin too much cold air I’m wheezin
I ain’t did nothin I ain’t say ’I’m leavin’
I said ’I’m goin’ on the front porch to get somethin’
Alright here, take your damn coat and leave
Fine I’ll leave, Mom you cut off the sleaves
[ Chorus ] [ Fred Durst ] x4
Our house In the middle of the street
[ Verse 2] [ Eminem ]
My teacher’s two faced
She went to lower my school grades
Since Last Tuesday I had a toothache from kool-aid
So Mom kicked me out, and all i had in my suitcase
Was one shoelace a tube sock and a tube of toothpaste
Sometimes it was cool
Cause I could go to a friends, crash there, fool around and just skip school
But other times I’d rather just be home
In my own room alone read my shit and nobody would know
My little brother sucked on a bottle ‘Till he was six
So I’d hide it inside the couch and say ‘I don’t know where it is’
But as soon as Mom found it I would either be grounded
Or kicked out the house a thousand week and still countin
Even when I was underage
Mom was tellin’ cops I was tryin’ to run away
I told her ‘Someday bitch, you’re gonna pay’
Please Mom, Please Mom, Please Mom I wanna stay
[ Chorus ] [ Fred Durst ] x4
My brother’s incoherint
Mom’s a single parent
Who ain’t carin
Starin’ through me like I’m transparent
Made it clear that I was just there to run an errands
Told her friends I was a son from her last marriage
Sent me up to the little corner store,
with a note ‘Please, sell my step-son some cigarettes so I can smoke’
One time I tried to fake sick to get attention
Back-fired, Mom sent me to school with a vengence
My life’s the worst thing that could ever happen to me
I go to class and every teacher’s always laughin’ at me
And Mom says white rappers are laughed at
Not only that she heard me upstairs I can’t rap
And I’m stupid, I never make an average of a B+
I need to sit on my ass and sue people like she does
One time, I got food poisin,
From a hot dog Mom sued and got $2,000 from Ballpark
Hey Ma, You got a dollar?
I don’t think so, now keep an eye on your brother
I’m goin’ to bingo
But Mom, You said you were broke
Who said? You got your ears messed up from that damn rap music
[ Chorus ] [ Fred Durst ]