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# A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Artist: Eminem
Song: White America
Album: Encore

America 
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 necks for the freedem of speech 
the United States Government has sworn to uphold 
or so we are told 
(Yo, I want everyone to listen to the words of this song) 

I never would have 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 
Its like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me 
So many lives I touch, 
So much anger aimed at no particular direction 
Just sprays and sprays 
Straight through your radio waves 
It plays and plays 
Till it stays stuck in your head 
For days and days 
who woulda thought standin' in this mirror 
Bleachin' my hair wit' some Peroxide 
Reachin' for a T shirt to wear 
That I would catapult to the floor from a rap like this 
How could I predict my words would have an impact like this 
I must've struck a chord wit somebody up in the office 
'Cause congress keeps tellin me 
I aint causin' nothin' but problems 
And now they sayin I'm in trouble wit' the government 
Im lovin' it 
I shovelled shit all my life 
And now dumping it in it on 

**WHITE AMERICA 
I could be one of ur 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 [x2]** 

Look at these eyes baby blue baby just like yourself 
If they were brown 
Shady lose Shady sits on the shelf 
But Shadys cute 
Shady knew 
Shady's dimples would help 
Make ladies swoon baby 
(ooo baby) 

Look at myself 
Lets do the math, 
If I was black I woulda sold half 
I aint have to graduate 
From Lincoln High School to know that 
But I can 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 lables wanted to sign me 
Almost gave up, I was like Fuck it 
Until I met Dre 
The only one who looked 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 startin to work to my benefit now? 

**Chorus** 

See the problem is I speak to suburban kids 
Who otherwise woulda never knew these words exist 
Whose moms probably woulda never gave 2 squirts of piss 
Till i created so much motherfuckin turbulence 
Straight out the tube right into ya livin' rooms I came 
And kids flipped 
When they knew I was produced by Dre 
Thats all it took 
And they were instantly hooked right in 
And they connected wit' me too because I looked like them 
That's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope 
Searchin' with a fine tooth comb 
It's like this rope waitin' to choke 
Tightenin' around my throat 
Watchin' me while I write this like I dont like yes no 
All i hear is: 
Lyrics lyrics constant controversy 
Sponsors workin' 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 startin to blossom 
So now I'm catchin' the flack from these activists 
When they raggin' 
Actin' like I'm the 1st rapper to smack a bitch or say fagget 
Shit, Just look at me like I'm your closest pal 
The poster child 
The motherfuckin spokesman now for 

**Chorus**

So to the parents of America 
I am the derringer aimed at little Erica 
To attack her character of 
The ring leader of the circus of worthless porns 
Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress 
And piss on the lawns of the whitehouse 
And to burn the casket and replace it with a parental advisory sticker 
To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy 
Fuck you Ms Cheney! 
Fuck you Tipper Gore! 
Fuck you with the freedom of speech this divided state 
of embarassment will allow me to have, 
Fuck You ! 

Ha Ha Ha 
I'm just playin' America, you know I love you