Eminem - Bad Influence
Produced by Unknown
Bad Influence Lyrics
[ Chorus ] x2
People say that I’m a bad influence
I say the world’s already fucked, I’m just addin to it
They say I’m suicidal, teenagers newest idol
C’mon do as I do, go ahead get mad and do it
[ Verse 1 ]
Hand me an .8 beam me up and land me in space
I’ma sit on top of the world and shit on Brandy and Mase
I’m more than ill, I’m scarier than a white journalist in a room with Lauryn Hill
Human horror film but with a lot funnier plot
And people that feel me cause I’ma still be Madd Rapper whether I got money or not
As long as I’m on pills and I got plenty of pot
I’ll be in a canoe paddlin, makin fun of your yacht
But I would like an award for the best rapper to get one mic in The Source
And a wardrobe I can afford
Otherwise I might get sent up back-strike in a Ford
And you wonder what the fuck I need more Vicadin for
Everybody’s pissin’ me off, even the No Limit Tank
looks like a middle finger sideways flippin me off
No shit I’m a great danger to my health
Why else would I kill you then jump in the grave and bury myself?
[ Chorus ] x2
[ Verse 2 ]
I’m the illest rapper to hold the cordless, patrollin corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I’m meaner in action than Roscoe beatin James Todd Sr
across the back with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in a wild hood, as a hazardous youth
With a fucked up childhood that I used as an excuse
And ain’t shit changed I kept the same mindstate
Since the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I’m a negative person, don’t be so sure of it
I don’t promote violence, I just encourage it
I laugh at the sight of death
as I fall down a cement flight of steps
and land inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the wind
You and a friend can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit why not, blow your brain out, I’m blowin mine out
Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now
[ Chorus ] x2
[ Verse 3 ]
My laser disc gonna make you take a razor to your wrist
Make you satanistic, make you take the pistol to your face
And place the clip and cock it back
And let it go until your brains are rippin out
Your skull so bad to sew you back would be a waste of stitches
I’m not a “Role Model” I don’t wanna babysit kids
I got one little girl, and Hailey Jade is Shady’s business
And Shady’s just an alias I made to make you pissed off
Where the fuck were you when Gil was paid to make me dishwash?
I make a couple statements and now look how crazy shit got
You made me get a bigger attitude than eighty Kim Scott’s
And she almost got the same fate that Grady’s bitch got
I knew that “Just the Two of Us” would make you hate me this much
And “Just the Two of Us” that ain’t got shit to do with us
and our personal life, it’s just words on a mic
So you can call me a punk, a pervert or a chauvinist pig
But the funny shit is that I still go with the bitch
[ Chorus ]