Official Music Video
Can I Bitch by Eminem
Lyrics & Translation
English
(I, I wanna grow up too)
"Uncle Marshall, will you tell us a bedtime story?"
Here we go!
Now, once upon a time not long ago
There was a little rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So these silly little fans, they were misled
By a nerdy Internet computer hip-hop head
"Me and you, Clef, we're gonna make some cash."
"Grab this silver paint and just paint my ass."
Hey, mister, would you care to bear witness to
The ass-whippin' I'm about to administer
To this ass-kissin' little vaginal blister?
Stanibus, little Marshall Mathers' sister
And in this corner, we have the "Mr
Not-Havin'-It," it's the Mad, sinister
Dr. Evil, with his bag of tricks for
This little antagonistic faggot
Dick-sucking ex-LL Cool J fan from Windsor
I'm 'bout to murder little Kenny-Fag-Kaniff-sta
You bastard, I ain't wanna have to diss ya
Canibus, where the fuck you at? I miss ya!
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Wherefore art thou, Canibitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin' with
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York, or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh, Canibitch
Now, at first, I ain't really understand this shit
Picture me, for a second, and imagine it
Chillin' in the Bat Mansion relaxin' when
All of a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanners, it's
Canibitch, on some 'Stan Lives' shit
It creeped me out at first; man, this is sick
But me, bein' just as sick, this conflict
Gets my dick harder than arithmetic
And I know how you jealous ones envy
I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me
The first two letters, you were tellin' me shit like
You respect me, like any other regular MC
The third letter, you asked how come I ain't return
None of the messages at Shady Records you left me
The fourth letter: "Slim, you're really startin' to upset me."
The fifth letter told me you were comin' to get me
The sixth letter, there's a bomb threat on our building
This crazy motherfucker's really tryna kill me
So I went back and read the first few letters that said
Some shit about a message you left
Oh shit! That's not a E, that's an A!
This dude wants to leave me a 'massage,' he's gay!
Right away, I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre
"We got a bogey," "Marshall, I'm on the way."
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Wherefore art thou, Canibitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin' with
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York, or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh, Canibitch
So, in two seconds flat, Dre's at my crib
Only thing is, we both know where this kid lives
And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship
"Shit. Oh, Dre, wait a minute, that's it!
All we gotta do is use a bit of turbo-boost
We can fly over the border!" "Let's Go!"
So we're off to Toronto and we're gainin' speed
"What was that? Oh, Jermaine Dupri."
"Fuck it," keep goin', no time to waste
"Wait, back up. Hit him one more time, in case."
"Okay," fuck, now he's draggin' under the car
"Oh well, only thirty more thousand miles!"
Meanwhile, me and Dre are tryna conversate
Just tryna find a reason for the constant hate
And tryna figure out what happened to 'Germaine Propane'
"He couldn't have fell off that hard." Ain't no way!
What happened to the way you was rappin'
When you was scandalous?
That Canibus turned into a television evangelist!
Plus, he raps with his regular voice
"What was that?" "Pet Shop Boys."
So, we pull up to the bridge where he last was spotted
His corpse was still movin', but his ass was rotted
And he kinda smelled a little like Courtney Love
I figured if I stick him with a fork, he's done
So I stabbed him twice, kept jabbin'—Christ!
He won't die! This guy's like a battered wife!
He's like Kim: he keeps comin' back for more
But he won't fight back, I cracked his jaw
Hold up! 'Bis, quit foldin' up!
Punch me in the chest, make my shoulders touch
Do something! At least one punchline!
Come on! 'Til the meter reads Nine! Nine! Nine-
Ty nine percent of my fans are blond!
'Bis, come on, answer me, man, respond!
Tell me 'bout the sun, rain, moon and stars!
Intergalactical metaphors from Mars!
Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs!
Bite another line from Redman's song!
Suddenly, the stub of a dead man's arm
From a midget reaches out from under the car
It's J.D.! This motherfucker won't die, neither!
Dre starts sprayin' him with cans of ether
We swamped the bitch in it; stomped the bitch again
"Compton!" "Detroit, bitch, talk some shit again!"
"Stomp him!" "Switch feet!" "Stomp him!" "Switch again!"
"Dre, all right, he's dead, dog, quit kickin' him!
I think Stanibus jumped off the bridge again!" ("Ahh!")
"Damn," "He disappeared, yo, he's gone, he did it again!"
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Wherefore art thou, Canibitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin' with
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York, or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh, Canibitch
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Can I Bitch by Eminem
Can I Bitch* (original Eminem)
(I, I wanna grow up too)
"Uncle Marshall, will you tell us a bedtime story?"
Here we go!
Now, once upon a time not long ago
There was a little rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So these silly little fans, they were misled
By a nerdy Internet computer hip-hop head
"Me and you, Clef, we're gonna make some cash."
"Grab this silver paint and just paint my ass."
Hey, mister, would you care to bear witness to
The ass-whippin' I'm about to administer
To this ass-kissin' little vaginal blister?
Stanibus, little Marshall Mathers' sister
And in this corner, we have the "Mr
Not-Havin'-It," it's the Mad, sinister
Dr. Evil, with his bag of tricks for
This little antagonistic faggot
Dick-sucking ex-LL Cool J fan from Windsor
I'm 'bout to murder little Kenny-Fag-Kaniff-sta
You bastard, I ain't wanna have to diss ya
Canibus, where the fuck you at? I miss ya!
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Wherefore art thou, Canibitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin' with
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York, or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh, Canibitch
Now, at first, I ain't really understand this shit
Picture me, for a second, and imagine it
Chillin' in the Bat Mansion relaxin' when
All of a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanners, it's
Canibitch, on some 'Stan Lives' shit
It creeped me out at first; man, this is sick
But me, bein' just as sick, this conflict
Gets my dick harder than arithmetic
And I know how you jealous ones envy
I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me
The first two letters, you were tellin' me shit like
You respect me, like any other regular MC
The third letter, you asked how come I ain't return
None of the messages at Shady Records you left me
The fourth letter: "Slim, you're really startin' to upset me."
The fifth letter told me you were comin' to get me
The sixth letter, there's a bomb threat on our building
This crazy motherfucker's really tryna kill me
So I went back and read the first few letters that said
Some shit about a message you left
Oh shit! That's not a E, that's an A!
This dude wants to leave me a 'massage,' he's gay!
Right away, I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre
"We got a bogey," "Marshall, I'm on the way."
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Wherefore art thou, Canibitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin' with
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York, or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh, Canibitch
So, in two seconds flat, Dre's at my crib
Only thing is, we both know where this kid lives
And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship
"Shit. Oh, Dre, wait a minute, that's it!
All we gotta do is use a bit of turbo-boost
We can fly over the border!" "Let's Go!"
So we're off to Toronto and we're gainin' speed
"What was that? Oh, Jermaine Dupri."
"Fuck it," keep goin', no time to waste
"Wait, back up. Hit him one more time, in case."
"Okay," fuck, now he's draggin' under the car
"Oh well, only thirty more thousand miles!"
Meanwhile, me and Dre are tryna conversate
Just tryna find a reason for the constant hate
And tryna figure out what happened to 'Germaine Propane'
"He couldn't have fell off that hard." Ain't no way!
What happened to the way you was rappin'
When you was scandalous?
That Canibus turned into a television evangelist!
Plus, he raps with his regular voice
"What was that?" "Pet Shop Boys."
So, we pull up to the bridge where he last was spotted
His corpse was still movin', but his ass was rotted
And he kinda smelled a little like Courtney Love
I figured if I stick him with a fork, he's done
So I stabbed him twice, kept jabbin'—Christ!
He won't die! This guy's like a battered wife!
He's like Kim: he keeps comin' back for more
But he won't fight back, I cracked his jaw
Hold up! 'Bis, quit foldin' up!
Punch me in the chest, make my shoulders touch
Do something! At least one punchline!
Come on! 'Til the meter reads Nine! Nine! Nine-
Ty nine percent of my fans are blond!
'Bis, come on, answer me, man, respond!
Tell me 'bout the sun, rain, moon and stars!
Intergalactical metaphors from Mars!
Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs!
Bite another line from Redman's song!
Suddenly, the stub of a dead man's arm
From a midget reaches out from under the car
It's J.D.! This motherfucker won't die, neither!
Dre starts sprayin' him with cans of ether
We swamped the bitch in it; stomped the bitch again
"Compton!" "Detroit, bitch, talk some shit again!"
"Stomp him!" "Switch feet!" "Stomp him!" "Switch again!"
"Dre, all right, he's dead, dog, quit kickin' him!
I think Stanibus jumped off the bridge again!" ("Ahh!")
"Damn," "He disappeared, yo, he's gone, he did it again!"
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Wherefore art thou, Canibitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin' with
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York, or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh, Canibitch
Can I Bitch (traducción LyricVerse Team)
(Yo, yo también quiero crecer)
"Tío Marshall, ¿nos cuentas un cuento para dormir?"
¡Aquí vamos!
Ahora, érase una vez no hace mucho
Había un pequeño rapero a punto de explotar
Pero su álbum salió, y no fue bueno
Creo que fue plomo o doble madera de cobre
Así que estos tontos pequeños fans, fueron engañados
Por un cerebrito de Internet, cabeza de hip-hop de computadora
"Tú y yo, Clef, vamos a hacer algo de dinero."
"Agarra esta pintura plateada y solo pinta mi trasero."
Oye, señor, ¿le importaría ser testigo de
La paliza que estoy a punto de administrar
¿A esta pequeña ampolla vaginal lameculos?
Stanibus, la hermanita de Marshall Mathers
Y en esta esquina, tenemos al "Sr.
Que-No-Lo-Tiene", es el Loco, siniestro
Dr. Maligno, con su bolsa de trucos para
Este pequeño maricón antagonista
Ex-fan de LL Cool J de Windsor, chupador de pollas
Estoy a punto de asesinar al pequeño Kenny-Maricón-Kaniff-sta
Bastardo, no quería tener que despreciarte
Canibus, ¿dónde carajo estás? ¡Te extraño!
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
¿Dónde estás, Canibitch?
Por favor, dime qué pasó con
Ese estilo con el que rapeabas
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
¿Eres de Los Ángeles
Nueva York, o solo un conserje
¿De Canadá? Oh, Canibitch
Ahora, al principio, realmente no entendía esta mierda
Imagíname, por un segundo, e imagínalo
Relajándome en la Mansión Murciélago cuando
De repente, una mierda aparece en los escáneres, es
Canibitch, con una mierda de 'Stan Vive'
Al principio me asustó; hombre, esto es enfermo
Pero yo, estando igual de enfermo, este conflicto
Me pone la polla más dura que la aritmética
Y sé cómo los celosos envidian
Debí haberlo sabido mejor por las primeras cartas que me enviaste
Las dos primeras cartas, me decías mierdas como
Me respetas, como cualquier otro MC normal
La tercera carta, preguntaste por qué no devolví
Ninguno de los mensajes que me dejaste en Shady Records
La cuarta carta: "Slim, realmente me estás empezando a molestar."
La quinta carta me dijo que venías a por mí
La sexta carta, hay una amenaza de bomba en nuestro edificio
Este hijo de puta loco realmente está tratando de matarme
Así que volví y leí las primeras cartas que decían
Algo de mierda sobre un mensaje que dejaste
¡Oh mierda! ¡Eso no es una E, es una A!
¡Este tipo quiere dejarme un 'masaje', es gay!
Enseguida, estoy al teléfono con el Dr. Dre
"Tenemos un objetivo," "Marshall, ya voy."
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
¿Dónde estás, Canibitch?
Por favor, dime qué pasó con
Ese estilo con el que rapeabas
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
¿Eres de Los Ángeles
Nueva York, o solo un conserje
¿De Canadá? Oh, Canibitch
Así que, en dos segundos, Dre está en mi casa
Lo único es que ambos sabemos dónde vive este chico
Y ninguno de nosotros tiene ciudadanía canadiense
"Mierda. Oh, Dre, espera un minuto, ¡eso es!
Todo lo que tenemos que hacer es usar un poco de turbo
¡Podemos volar sobre la frontera!" "¡Vamos!"
Así que nos vamos a Toronto y estamos ganando velocidad
¿"Qué fue eso? Oh, Jermaine Dupri."
"A la mierda," sigue, no hay tiempo que perder
"Espera, retrocede. Golpéalo una vez más, por si acaso."
"Okay," joder, ahora está arrastrándose bajo el coche
¡"Oh bueno, solo treinta mil millas más!"
Mientras tanto, Dre y yo estamos tratando de conversar
Solo tratando de encontrar una razón para el odio constante
Y tratando de averiguar qué pasó con 'Germaine Propano'
"No pudo haber caído tan fuerte." ¡De ninguna manera!
¿Qué pasó con la forma en que rapeabas
¿Cuando eras escandaloso?
¡Ese Canibus se convirtió en un evangelista de televisión!
Además, rapea con su voz normal
¿"Qué fue eso?" "Pet Shop Boys."
Así que llegamos al puente donde fue visto por última vez
Su cadáver aún se movía, pero su trasero estaba podrido
Y olía un poco a Courtney Love
Pensé que si lo apuñalaba con un tenedor, estaría acabado
Así que lo apuñalé dos veces, seguí apuñalando—¡Cristo!
¡No morirá! ¡Este tipo es como una esposa maltratada!
Es como Kim: sigue volviendo por más
Pero no se defenderá, le rompí la mandíbula
¡Espera! ¡'Bis, deja de encogerte!
Golpéame en el pecho, haz que mis hombros se toquen
¡Haz algo! ¡Al menos un remate!
¡Vamos! ¡Hasta que el medidor marque Nueve! ¡Nueve! Nueve-
¡Noventa y nueve por ciento de mis fans son rubios!
'Bis, vamos, respóndeme, hombre, ¡responde!
¡Háblame del sol, la lluvia, la luna y las estrellas!
¡Metáforas intergalácticas de Marte!
Crudo hasta el suelo, crudo como Reservoir Dogs!
¡Muerde otra línea de la canción de Redman!
De repente, el muñón del brazo de un hombre muerto
De un enano se extiende desde debajo del coche
¡Es J.D.! ¡Este hijo de puta tampoco morirá!
Dre empieza a rociarlo con latas de éter
Lo empapamos en eso; volvimos a pisotear a la perra
¡"Compton!" "¡Detroit, perra, habla mierda otra vez!"
¡"Písalo!" "¡Cambia de pie!" "¡Písalo!" "¡Cambia de nuevo!"
"Dre, está bien, está muerto, perro, ¡deja de patearlo!
¡Creo que Stanibus saltó del puente otra vez!" ("¡Ahh!")
"Maldita sea," "Desapareció, tío, se fue, ¡lo hizo de nuevo!"
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
¿Dónde estás, Canibitch?
Por favor, dime qué pasó con
Ese estilo con el que rapeabas
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
¿Eres de Los Ángeles
Nueva York, o solo un conserje
¿De Canadá? Oh, Canibitch
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