Eminem - Seduction
Track 8 on Recovery
Produced by Boi-1da
Seduction Lyrics
[ Intro ]
I don’t know man, Just feels like, we’re a lot different, kinda feels like, I’m on a whole different page right now, than you. It feels strange but I guess it’s kinda like, it’s kinda like…
[ Verse 1 ]
I feel like I’m morphin’ into somethin’ that’s so incredible that I’m dwarfin’
All competitors, better get your girlfriend
In check, it’s psychological warfare endorphin’s side effect
Your self esteem shatters as dialect
Comes balstin’ out your deck, she loves me, such a passion you’d expect
This sort of reaction, from her yet
You strong arm, you’re fuckin’ corny, you try to turn your charm on
Cause you just think you’re Bishop The Don jaun
But if you think that you’re fuckin’ with me homie you’re on one
I’m cockin’ my head back like Ed Lover, c’mon on son
She’s on my Johnson, she brings my name up constant
Your boys are like “she’s fuckin’ with dude, she wants son”
Homeboy you better get a clue, she’s on my dick ‘cause she I spit better than you
What you expect her to do?
How you expect her to act in the sack
When she’s closin’ her eyes fantisizin
Of her diggin’ her nails in my back to this track
[ Chorus ] x2
Seduction, seduce
Ain’t nobody whose as good at what I do
‘Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don’t
she’s been stolen from you
[ Verse 2 ]
She’s sittin’ here gettin’ liquored up at the bar
She says it’s quicker to count the things that ain’t wrong with you
Than to count the things that are
There’s a seven disc CD changer in her car
And I’m in every single slot and your not, aww
I’m the logo on that Dallas Cowboys helmet, a star
And I’m not about to sit back and just keep rhymin’ one syllable, nah
Switch it up and watch them haters not give it up
Cause they’re just not good enough but I’m not givin’ up
‘Til I get my respect and I won’t stop ‘til I get enough, cause I’m not livin’ up
To my own expectations, aww, that hater alarm
Is soundin’ off, man Obama took the ‘bomb’ from my name, aww
So quit cryin’ that I took your dame homie she’s my dame, aww
You’ sadly mistaken if you’re thinkin’ that I’m not on my game, boy
And thangs, just ain’t been that same since that day that I came forth
You wear your heart on your sleeve, I sport that white tank boy
But you got a hard on for me what you hollerin’ my name for?
It’s your bitch on my dick and my dang fault man I can’t call it
[ Chorus ] x2
[ Verse 3 ]
It’s like we’re playin’ lyrical tug-a-war with your ear
You hear it girl? come here
Put your ear up to the speaker dear while I freak this world premier
Seducing her, loosen up with a little freestyle
That’ll.. wait, am I losin’ ya?
Am I makin’ you look bad?
Well I got news for ya, homie your losin’ her
Oh wait you don’t like it when I spit it fast
Am I tryin’ to show out? Let me slow it down some
It’s still gonna be a blow out
You’re gonna wanna throw out your whole album
Rummage through the shit and try to salvage somethin’ to see
If you can save any of it, punk but none of it’s fuckin’ with me
Prick you really feelin’ that bullshit
you think your killin’ them syllables?
Quit playin’ these beats ain’t nuttin’ to fool with
They call me Fire Mashall, I suht this shit down, your entire arsenal
Is not enough to fuck with one round, I am also
The opposite of what you are like, you’re a microcosm
Of what the fuck I am on the mic, I am awesome
And you are just awe struck, she’s love stricken
She’s got her jaw stuck from suckin’ my dick, aww fuck
[ Chorus ] x2