Eminem - I'm Having A Relapse lyrics

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[Narrator] Torture chambers, secret passageways, vats of acid, and deadly vaults [Intro] Oh (chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka), oh Guess whos back, I said, oh g-g-g-g-g I said, oh Guess whos back I said, man Damn, g-g-g-g-g guess whos back, oh (g-g-g-g-g guess whos back) Damn, it feels good to be back I'm having a Relapse [Eminem] How the hell did he manage to get more felony charges? He's already got life in jail man, what the hell is his problem? Well to be honest, the smell of these chronic leaves make me hella demonic They've compelled me to kill this elderly man And I get these panic attacks, pop a Xanax, relax Trying to stick my fu*king dick inside a mannequin's ass Then I get manic depressed, see the orthodontist, get gassed Man, it's kick ass, the first thing I put on is the mask Speaking of masks, man, it ain't too late to have a change of pace And take it off and show my face, so you can see the things you face And slice you up and cook you after you're murdered by strangulation That's bacon souffle you making, ain't you? Well, thank you, Jason There goes one more coma, due to blunt force trauma Just give me one more Soma and I'll be done for mama Go in the damn broom closet, another Valium, lost it Shoving the vacuum nozzle, down the bathroom faucet It seems like everyday I get a little flakier The medication is making my hands a little shakier Hand me that eighteen-month-old baby to shake him up It'll only take me a second to choke his trachea Breaking his neck in eighty-some places baby, here Shady comes, lady He's got the razor b-blades and the ch-ch-chainsa-saw, baby You b-b-blundering, bumbling, m-m-mumbling dum-dums Yeah, here I come-come, you hear the rumbling vrumm-vrumm? There's something inside of that blue tub and that drum, drum A head and torso of someone, where'd it come from? Who's it belong to? Maybe the girl with the long, blonde Hair who disappeared and left her cheerleader pom-poms Clearly there's somethin' wrong, cause she didn't come home She's missing, where is she? Something fishy is going on I guess he stuck the bitch with the pitchfork with the long prongs Now everybody get your dance on to my damn song, come on

[Narrator]

Torture chambers, secret passageways, vats of acid, and deadly vaults



[Intro]

Oh (chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka), oh
Guess whos back, I said, oh
g-g-g-g-g I said, oh
Guess whos back I said, man
Damn, g-g-g-g-g guess whos back, oh
(g-g-g-g-g guess whos back)
Damn, it feels good to be back
I'm having a Relapse

[Eminem]

How the hell did he manage to get more felony charges?
He's already got life in jail man, what the hell is his problem?
Well to be honest, the smell of these chronic leaves make me hella demonic
They've compelled me to kill this elderly man
And I get these panic attacks, pop a Xanax, relax
Trying to stick my fu*king dick inside a mannequin's ass
Then I get manic depressed, see the orthodontist, get gassed
Man, it's kick ass, the first thing I put on is the mask
Speaking of masks, man, it ain't too late to have a change of pace
And take it off and show my face, so you can see the things you face
And slice you up and cook you after you're murdered by strangulation
That's bacon souffle you making, ain't you? Well, thank you, Jason
There goes one more coma, due to blunt force trauma
Just give me one more Soma and I'll be done for mama
Go in the damn broom closet, another Valium, lost it
Shoving the vacuum nozzle, down the bathroom faucet
It seems like everyday I get a little flakier
The medication is making my hands a little shakier
Hand me that eighteen-month-old baby to shake him up
It'll only take me a second to choke his trachea
Breaking his neck in eighty-some places baby, here Shady comes, lady
He's got the razor b-blades and the ch-ch-chainsa-saw, baby
You b-b-blundering, bumbling, m-m-mumbling dum-dums
Yeah, here I come-come, you hear the rumbling vrumm-vrumm?
There's something inside of that blue tub and that drum, drum
A head and torso of someone, where'd it come from?
Who's it belong to? Maybe the girl with the long, blonde
Hair who disappeared and left her cheerleader pom-poms
Clearly there's somethin' wrong, cause she didn't come home
She's missing, where is she? Something fishy is going on
I guess he stuck the bitch with the pitchfork with the long prongs
Now everybody get your dance on to my damn song, come on