Official Music Video
Get You Mad by Eminem
Lyrics & Translation
English
Yo, mic-check (My dick)
Testing, one, two, fuck (My dick)
My nuts
My attitude is worse than N.W.A.'s was
I'll battle you over stupid shit
And diss people who ain't have shit to do with it
Like Cool J does (My tattoo)
You see me standin' outside of your buildin'
Screamin', "Puffy is good, but Slim Shady is for the children"
I look at my life in a new light
Fuck it, give me two mics
I write songs for me, fuck what you like
You probably hear me rap half-hearted
'Cause I don't like rap anyway
I'm just tryna get my porno career started (Oh, hell yeah)
Every place and event, been there, done that
Shit, Dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went
Want a deal? Study these five chapters
Lesson 1, throw demos as hard as you can at signed rappers
Lesson 2, face 'em and diss 'em (What up, dawg?)
Don't give 'em a demo, kidnap 'em
(Come on, you're comin' with me, motherfucker, check this out)
And make 'em come to your basement and listen
Lesson 3, get a job at a label
Switch demos with Canibus and put yours on the owner's table
(Here, listen)
Lesson 4, know you heard this before
"Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow for sure"
Don't act like a fan, you wanna get signed
Get the whitest A&R you can find
Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can (Hey dude, come here)
Lesson 5, get a hook-up at Jive
Dress up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live
And that's the key, but when you see me on the street
I ain't givin' you shit, bitch, don't even bother askin' me
Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when I'm spittin'
'Cause I'm always shittin' when I'm rappin', like Master P (Ugh)
Got a blowjob from Paula Jones and stuffed it so far in her mouth
My balls broke both of her collarbones
Told Mya this shit was all about me-ah
Gave Alyssa Milano syphilis, mono and gonorrhea
And all three of my main girls said, "See ya"
'Cause Brandy and Monica walked in
And caught me fuckin' Aaliyah
I splish-splash while I'm takin' a bath
Grab a handful of pills, break 'em in half, take 'em and laugh
White trash, fuckin' your wife in the ass
While you're out siphonin' gas
For your lawn mower to cut the grass
So if I hurt your self-esteem and you get dissed too bad
(Yo, why you diss me?)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
And when I rap about a bunch of shit you wished you had
(A big dick)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
He'll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad (Nurse, nurse)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
What a wonderful day, I should go outside and play
Ain't no need to sit inside the house and hibernate
Hi, Renée (Oh, hi)
I was just about to toss a live grenade
In your driveway and drive away (What?)
Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS?
Blood drippin' from it
Rippin' your stomach like a paper mâché
You talk a lot of shit, but you was never ill, though
I'm sick enough to beat you to death with a feather pillow
Tipped over some cows, just for a joke and a laugh
Jumped up, choked a giraffe
Snapped his neck and broke it in half
Wagin' wars, went on stage
And sprayed Cage with Agent Orange
And wiped my ass with his page in Source (Here)
The demon is here, I'm steamin' this year
I rip [?] voice box out and scream in his ear
It's not a gimmick, bitch, it's an image, I live it
Give a fuck? I don't know what a fuck is to give it
"Yeah, I don't think this guy is well"
I'm high as hell, I'll beat you with a live cat
When I'm swingin' him by his tail
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin', lay your nuts on the dresser
Just your nutsack by itself
And bang them shits with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off, then sew your head right back
And leave you like that
You just triggered a prick who just mixed liquor
Who's itchin' to leave you disfigured
And stiffer than Christopher Reeves
I was dealing with strep throat
While your mother was breastfeeding
And gave her the flesh-eating disease
I'm iller than takin' a hammer and beating your knees
And walkin' through South Central L.A., bleeding in jeans
(Am I a Blood or a Crip?)
Wakin' up the next day in breathing machines
Flashin' back to bein' shot and repeating the scenes
On how you just got smoked, and if you do live
You'll be too scared to tell it, like a Biggie and Pac joke
So if I hurt your self-esteem and you get dissed too bad
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
And when I rap about a bunch of shit you wished you had
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
He'll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
I know that makes you real mad, don't it? (Uh-huh)
That's right, Slim Shady (Yup)
Sway and Tech, sprayin' wreck (Bitch)
And we don't give a heck (Uh-uh)
Or a damn or a fuck or a shit
So suck my motherfuckin' dick
The Wake Up Show, let me tell you what it mean to me
It mean hard beats, hard rhymes, B-boys
Hip-hop, baby, all the way, forever
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Get You Mad by Eminem
Get You Mad* (original Eminem)
Yo, mic-check (My dick)
Testing, one, two, fuck (My dick)
My nuts
My attitude is worse than N.W.A.'s was
I'll battle you over stupid shit
And diss people who ain't have shit to do with it
Like Cool J does (My tattoo)
You see me standin' outside of your buildin'
Screamin', "Puffy is good, but Slim Shady is for the children"
I look at my life in a new light
Fuck it, give me two mics
I write songs for me, fuck what you like
You probably hear me rap half-hearted
'Cause I don't like rap anyway
I'm just tryna get my porno career started (Oh, hell yeah)
Every place and event, been there, done that
Shit, Dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went
Want a deal? Study these five chapters
Lesson 1, throw demos as hard as you can at signed rappers
Lesson 2, face 'em and diss 'em (What up, dawg?)
Don't give 'em a demo, kidnap 'em
(Come on, you're comin' with me, motherfucker, check this out)
And make 'em come to your basement and listen
Lesson 3, get a job at a label
Switch demos with Canibus and put yours on the owner's table
(Here, listen)
Lesson 4, know you heard this before
"Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow for sure"
Don't act like a fan, you wanna get signed
Get the whitest A&R you can find
Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can (Hey dude, come here)
Lesson 5, get a hook-up at Jive
Dress up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live
And that's the key, but when you see me on the street
I ain't givin' you shit, bitch, don't even bother askin' me
Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when I'm spittin'
'Cause I'm always shittin' when I'm rappin', like Master P (Ugh)
Got a blowjob from Paula Jones and stuffed it so far in her mouth
My balls broke both of her collarbones
Told Mya this shit was all about me-ah
Gave Alyssa Milano syphilis, mono and gonorrhea
And all three of my main girls said, "See ya"
'Cause Brandy and Monica walked in
And caught me fuckin' Aaliyah
I splish-splash while I'm takin' a bath
Grab a handful of pills, break 'em in half, take 'em and laugh
White trash, fuckin' your wife in the ass
While you're out siphonin' gas
For your lawn mower to cut the grass
So if I hurt your self-esteem and you get dissed too bad
(Yo, why you diss me?)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
And when I rap about a bunch of shit you wished you had
(A big dick)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
He'll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad (Nurse, nurse)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
What a wonderful day, I should go outside and play
Ain't no need to sit inside the house and hibernate
Hi, Renée (Oh, hi)
I was just about to toss a live grenade
In your driveway and drive away (What?)
Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS?
Blood drippin' from it
Rippin' your stomach like a paper mâché
You talk a lot of shit, but you was never ill, though
I'm sick enough to beat you to death with a feather pillow
Tipped over some cows, just for a joke and a laugh
Jumped up, choked a giraffe
Snapped his neck and broke it in half
Wagin' wars, went on stage
And sprayed Cage with Agent Orange
And wiped my ass with his page in Source (Here)
The demon is here, I'm steamin' this year
I rip [?] voice box out and scream in his ear
It's not a gimmick, bitch, it's an image, I live it
Give a fuck? I don't know what a fuck is to give it
"Yeah, I don't think this guy is well"
I'm high as hell, I'll beat you with a live cat
When I'm swingin' him by his tail
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin', lay your nuts on the dresser
Just your nutsack by itself
And bang them shits with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off, then sew your head right back
And leave you like that
You just triggered a prick who just mixed liquor
Who's itchin' to leave you disfigured
And stiffer than Christopher Reeves
I was dealing with strep throat
While your mother was breastfeeding
And gave her the flesh-eating disease
I'm iller than takin' a hammer and beating your knees
And walkin' through South Central L.A., bleeding in jeans
(Am I a Blood or a Crip?)
Wakin' up the next day in breathing machines
Flashin' back to bein' shot and repeating the scenes
On how you just got smoked, and if you do live
You'll be too scared to tell it, like a Biggie and Pac joke
So if I hurt your self-esteem and you get dissed too bad
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
And when I rap about a bunch of shit you wished you had
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
He'll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
I know that makes you real mad, don't it? (Uh-huh)
That's right, Slim Shady (Yup)
Sway and Tech, sprayin' wreck (Bitch)
And we don't give a heck (Uh-uh)
Or a damn or a fuck or a shit
So suck my motherfuckin' dick
The Wake Up Show, let me tell you what it mean to me
It mean hard beats, hard rhymes, B-boys
Hip-hop, baby, all the way, forever
Get You Mad (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Yo, prueba de micro (Mi verga)
Probando, uno, dos, joder (Mi verga)
Mis huevos
Mi actitud es peor que la de N.W.A.
Te batallaré por mierdas estúpidas
Y disearé a gente que no tuvo nada que ver
Como hace Cool J (Mi tatuaje)
Me ves parado afuera de tu edificio
Gritando: "Puffy es bueno, pero Slim Shady es para los niños"
Miro mi vida con una nueva luz
A la mierda, dame dos micros
Escribo canciones para mí, a la mierda lo que te guste
Probablemente me oigas rapear a medias
Porque no me gusta el rap de todos modos
Solo intento empezar mi carrera porno (Oh, sí, claro)
Cada lugar y evento, ya estuve, ya lo hice
Mierda, Dre me metió en una maleta cuando se fue
¿Quieres un contrato? Estudia estos cinco capítulos
Lección 1, lanza demos tan fuerte como puedas a raperos con contrato
Lección 2, enfréntalos y diséalos (¿Qué onda, perro?)
No les des un demo, secuéstralos
(Vamos, vienes conmigo, hijo de puta, mira esto)
Y haz que vengan a tu sótano y escuchen
Lección 3, consigue un trabajo en un sello
Intercambia demos con Canibus y pon el tuyo en la mesa del dueño
(Aquí, escucha)
Lección 4, sabes que has oído esto antes
"Oye, dame tu número, te llamo mañana seguro"
No actúes como un fan, quieres que te firmen
Consigue al A&R más blanco que puedas encontrar
Apártalo y rapea tan mal como puedas (Oye, amigo, ven aquí)
Lección 5, consigue un contacto en Jive
Vístete como I.C.P. y haz que vengan a verte actuar en vivo
Y esa es la clave, pero cuando me veas en la calle
No te doy una mierda, perra, ni te molestes en preguntarme
Agua de inodoro me salpica justo en el culo cuando escupo
Porque siempre me cago cuando rapeo, como Master P (Ugh)
Recibí una mamada de Paula Jones y se la metí tan adentro de la boca
Mis bolas le rompieron ambas clavículas
Le dije a Mya que toda esta mierda era sobre mí-a
Le di a Alyssa Milano sífilis, mononucleosis y gonorrea
Y mis tres chicas principales dijeron: "Nos vemos"
Porque Brandy y Monica entraron
Y me encontraron follando a Aaliyah
Salpico mientras me baño
Agarro un puñado de pastillas, las parto por la mitad, las tomo y me río
Basura blanca, follando a tu esposa por el culo
Mientras tú estás sifoneando gasolina
Para tu cortacésped para cortar el césped
Así que si hiero tu autoestima y te disearon muy mal
(Yo, ¿por qué me disseas?)
Sabes que solo digo eso para hacerte enojar
Y cuando rapeo sobre un montón de mierda que deseabas tener
(Una verga grande)
Sabes que solo digo eso para hacerte enojar
No puedo escuchar esa canción, esa mierda es demasiado triste
Sabes que solo digo eso para hacerte enojar
Nunca lo logrará, su muñeca está demasiado cortada (Enfermera, enfermera)
Sabes que solo digo eso para hacerte enojar
Qué día tan maravilloso, debería salir a jugar
No hay necesidad de quedarse en casa e hibernar
Hola, Renée (Oh, hola)
Estaba a punto de lanzar una granada viva
En tu entrada y marcharme (¿Qué?)
¿Tienes miedo de una cuchilla hecha de una navaja con SIDA?
Sangre goteando de ella
Rasgando tu estómago como un papel maché
Hablas mucha mierda, pero nunca estuviste enfermo, aunque
Estoy lo suficientemente enfermo como para golpearte hasta la muerte con una almohada de plumas
Volqué algunas vacas, solo por una broma y una risa
Salté, estrangulé a una jirafa
Le rompí el cuello y lo partí por la mitad
Librando guerras, subí al escenario
Y rocié a Cage con Agente Naranja
Y me limpié el culo con su página en Source (Aquí)
El demonio está aquí, estoy echando humo este año
Le arranco [?] la caja de voz y le grito en la oreja
No es un truco, perra, es una imagen, la vivo
¿Me importa una mierda? No sé qué es una mierda para importarme
"Sí, no creo que este tipo esté bien"
Estoy drogado como el infierno, te golpearé con un gato vivo
Cuando lo esté balanceando por la cola
Voy a joder, voy a joder, poner tus huevos en la cómoda
Solo tu escroto por sí solo
Y golpear esas mierdas con un bate con púas
Cortarte el cuello, luego coserte la cabeza de nuevo
Y dejarte así
Acabas de provocar a un gilipollas que acaba de mezclar licor
Que está ansioso por dejarte desfigurado
Y más tieso que Christopher Reeves
Estaba lidiando con faringitis estreptocócica
Mientras tu madre estaba amamantando
Y le di la enfermedad carnívora
Estoy más enfermo que tomar un martillo y golpearte las rodillas
Y caminando por South Central L.A., sangrando en jeans
(¿Soy un Blood o un Crip?)
Despertando al día siguiente en máquinas de respiración
Recordando haber sido disparado y repitiendo las escenas
De cómo te acaban de fumar, y si vives
Tendrás demasiado miedo de contarlo, como un chiste de Biggie y Pac
Así que si hiero tu autoestima y te disearon muy mal
Sabes que solo digo eso para hacerte enojar
Y cuando rapeo sobre un montón de mierda que deseabas tener
Sabes que solo digo eso para hacerte enojar
No puedo escuchar esa canción, esa mierda es demasiado triste
Sabes que solo digo eso para hacerte enojar
Nunca lo logrará, su muñeca está demasiado cortada
Sabes que solo digo eso para hacerte enojar
Sé que eso te enoja mucho, ¿verdad? (Ajá)
Así es, Slim Shady (Sí)
Sway y Tech, causando estragos (Perra)
Y no nos importa un carajo (Uh-uh)
Ni un maldito, ni un joder, ni una mierda
Así que chupa mi jodida verga
The Wake Up Show, déjame decirte lo que significa para mí
Significa ritmos duros, rimas duras, B-boys
Hip-hop, nena, hasta el final, para siempre
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