White America - Album Version

Lyricist: EMINEM    Composer: EMINEM
America, hahaha
we love you
how many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful Country of ours
the stripes and the stars for the rights that men have died for to protect
The women and men who have broke their neck's
for the freedom of speech the United States Government has sworn to uphold, or
(Yo', I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) so we're told...

I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see,
So many motherfuckin' people who feel like me
who share the same views And the same exact beliefs
it's like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me
many lives I Touch, so much anger aimed
In no particular direction, just sprays and sprays
and straight Through your radio waves it plays and plays
it stays stuck in your head for days and Days
who would of thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair
with some peroxide Reaching for a t-shirt to wear
that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this
how Could I predict my words would have an impact like this
I must've struck a chord, with somebody Up in the office
cause congress keeps telling me I ain't causin' nuthin' but problems
and now They're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government, I'm lovin' it
I shoveled shit all my life,And now I'm dumping it on...

White America, I could be one of your kids
white America, little Eric looks just like this
White America, Erica loves my shit, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get
white America, I Could be one of your kids
white America, little Eric looks just like this
White America, Erica loves my shit, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get

Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself
If they were brown, Shady lose, Shady Sits on the shelf
but Shady's cute, Shady knew, Shady's dimple's would help,
make ladies swoon baby, {ooh baby}, look at my sales,
let's do the math, if I was black, I would've sold half,
I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln high school to know that,
but I could rap, so fuck school,I'm too cool to go back,
Gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin' studio's at,
When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white,
No labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I was Like,
Fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, ,
Gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up under his ass
Helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got,
Was probably his in exchange for every white fan that he's got
Like damn, we just swapped, sittin' back lookin' at shit, wow
I'm like my skin is it starting to work to my benefit now, it's...

White America, I could be one of your kids
White America, little Eric looks just like this
White America, Erica loves my shit, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get
White America, I Could be one of your kids
White America, little Eric looks just like this
White America, Erica loves my shit, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get

See the problem is, I speak to suburban kids,
Who otherwise would of never knew these words exist
Whose mom's probably would of never gave two squirts of piss,
'till I created so much motherfuckin' turbulence
Straight out the tube, right into your living room I came,
And kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre,
That's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in
And they connected with me too because I looked like them
That's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope
Searchin' with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope, waitin' to choke
Tightening around my throat
Watching me while I write this, like I don't like this,nope, all I hear is
Lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working 'round the clock,
To try to stop my concerts early
Surely hip-hop was never a problem in Harlem, only in Boston
After it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom
So now I'm catchin' the flack from these activists when they raggin'
Actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or say faggot, shit
Just look at me like I'm your closest pal, the posterchild
The motherfuckin' spokesman now for...

White America, I could be one of your kids
White America, little Eric looks just like this
White America, Erica loves my shit, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get
White America, I Could be one of your kids
White America, little Eric looks just like this
White America, Erica loves my shit, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get

So to the parents of America,
I am the derringer aimed at little Erica, to attack her character
The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns
Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of congress
And piss on the lawns of the White House
To burn the casket and replace it with a parental advisory sticker
To spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy of hypocrisy
Fuck you Ms. Cheney, fuck you Tipper Gore
Fuck you with the freest of speech this
Divided states of embarrassment will allow me to have
Fuck you
[vocal melody]
He, hahaha, I'm just playin' America, you know I love you...