Official Music Video
Under The Influence by Eminem
Lyrics & Translation
English
[Eminem:]
Chem-le-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-le
Chem-le-le-le-ne-miah-nuf-niah, ne-nish, ne-ne (Translation:)
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!
Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young-ass man with a trash can, strapped to the back
Of his ass so the rats can't chew through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightnin'
And frightened with five little white Vicodin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital, lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the mantel
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
(Bitch, it's too late)
'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains
[Swifty:]
I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator
Degradin', creatin' murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it for havin' blood on my 'gators
My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge and
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say, "Forgive me"
I'm snatchin' every penny, it gotta be that way, nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin', I make the President get a facelift
Niggas just afraid, handin' me they bracelets
Chillin' in the lab wasted, I'm the type
That'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on sight
And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight
[Eminem:]
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!
[Bizarre:]
I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire
Slashin' your tires, flyin' down Fenkell and Meyers
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is Bizarre performin'?) Bitch, didn't you read the flyer?
The special invited guest will be Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?) No, bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
My DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip
Lettin' the record skip, lettin' the record skip (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost three-hundred dollars to get my pitbull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin'-ass mom
[Proof:]
Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with somethin'– nigga, pass that!
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
At a "Stop the Violence" rally, I blast gats
BMI on publishin'; get yo' ass capped
The Kuniva, divide up yo' cash stack
Run yo' motherfuckin' pockets, ASAP
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch, I snatched Shaq's
Born loser, half thief and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked
And found chopped up in a trash bag
[Kuniva:]
We stranglin' rappers until the point they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your Adam's apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, 'cause I'm a Luni, I got a Yukmouth
And it's polluted; I cock it back, then shoot it
I love snatchin' up players, thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga screamin', "Kuniva, yo, yo!"
I leave ya face leakin', run up in church
And smack the preacher while he's preachin'
Take a swing at the deacon
[Kon Artis:]
I used to tell cats that I sold weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' them shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent
With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Von
Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb
(Special delivery) I sign to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin' niggas runnin' they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin' some ones
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough
[Eminem:]
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!
Ha-ha! Suck my motherfuckin' dick!
D12, Dirty-motherfuckin'-Dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin' husbands
Bizarre Kid, Swifty McVay, the Kon Artis
The Kuniva, Derty Harry, and Slim Shady
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Under The Influence by Eminem
Under The Influence* (original Eminem)
[Eminem:]
Chem-le-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-le
Chem-le-le-le-ne-miah-nuf-niah, ne-nish, ne-ne (Translation:)
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!
Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young-ass man with a trash can, strapped to the back
Of his ass so the rats can't chew through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightnin'
And frightened with five little white Vicodin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital, lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the mantel
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
(Bitch, it's too late)
'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains
[Swifty:]
I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator
Degradin', creatin' murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it for havin' blood on my 'gators
My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge and
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say, "Forgive me"
I'm snatchin' every penny, it gotta be that way, nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin', I make the President get a facelift
Niggas just afraid, handin' me they bracelets
Chillin' in the lab wasted, I'm the type
That'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on sight
And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight
[Eminem:]
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!
[Bizarre:]
I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire
Slashin' your tires, flyin' down Fenkell and Meyers
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is Bizarre performin'?) Bitch, didn't you read the flyer?
The special invited guest will be Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?) No, bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
My DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip
Lettin' the record skip, lettin' the record skip (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost three-hundred dollars to get my pitbull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin'-ass mom
[Proof:]
Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with somethin'– nigga, pass that!
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
At a "Stop the Violence" rally, I blast gats
BMI on publishin'; get yo' ass capped
The Kuniva, divide up yo' cash stack
Run yo' motherfuckin' pockets, ASAP
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch, I snatched Shaq's
Born loser, half thief and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked
And found chopped up in a trash bag
[Kuniva:]
We stranglin' rappers until the point they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your Adam's apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, 'cause I'm a Luni, I got a Yukmouth
And it's polluted; I cock it back, then shoot it
I love snatchin' up players, thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga screamin', "Kuniva, yo, yo!"
I leave ya face leakin', run up in church
And smack the preacher while he's preachin'
Take a swing at the deacon
[Kon Artis:]
I used to tell cats that I sold weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' them shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent
With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Von
Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb
(Special delivery) I sign to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin' niggas runnin' they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin' some ones
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough
[Eminem:]
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick!
Ha-ha! Suck my motherfuckin' dick!
D12, Dirty-motherfuckin'-Dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin' husbands
Bizarre Kid, Swifty McVay, the Kon Artis
The Kuniva, Derty Harry, and Slim Shady
Under The Influence (traducción LyricVerse Team)
[Eminem:]
Chem-le-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-le
Chem-le-le-le-ne-miah-nuf-niah, ne-nish, ne-ne (Translation:)
Así que puedes chuparme la polla si no te gusta mi mierda
Porque estaba drogado cuando escribí esto, ¡así que chúpame la polla!
Dos pastillas me tomo, hasta que mis pupilas se hinchan como dos centavos
Soy Clint Eastwood a sus veintitantos
Un hombre joven con un bote de basura, atado a la espalda
De su culo para que las ratas no puedan roer sus últimos pantalones
Soy como una momia por la noche, luchando con relámpagos brillantes
Y asustado con cinco pequeñas pastillas blancas de Vicodin mordiéndole
Soy como una puta avispa en el hospital, perdida
Picando a la mierda todo lo que encuentro en los pasillos
Enciendo una vela y la pongo en la repisa
Agarro un cuchillo por la hoja y te apuñalo con el puto mango
Así que cuando te encuentres envuelto en las persianas, doliéndote
(Puta, es demasiado tarde)
Porque una vez que estás colgado de las cortinas, es el final
[Swifty:]
Soy un instigador, penetrador de balas .380
Degradando, creando asesinatos para matar a los que odian
Acusado de cada crimen conocido a través del ecuador
Sabían que lo hice por tener sangre en mis 'gators
Mi hierba te golpeará el pecho como una escopeta de doble cañón y
Soy una granada negra que te explotará en la cara
Con un quinto en mí, cuando bebo Remy hago las cosas a propósito
Nunca me oirás decir: "Perdóname"
Estoy robando cada centavo, tiene que ser así, negro, acéptalo
Esa hierba que te vendí, Brigade la adulteró
Te escondes, hago que el Presidente se haga un lifting
Los negros solo tienen miedo, entregándome sus pulseras
Relajado en el laboratorio, drogado, soy el tipo
Que beberá Kahlua y ginebra, vomitará en el micrófono
Tu vida está arruinada, te golpean al instante
E incluso en la Marcha del Millón de Hombres, vamos a pelear
[Eminem:]
Así que puedes chuparme la polla si no te gusta mi mierda
Porque estaba drogado cuando escribí esto, ¡así que chúpame la polla!
Porque me importa una mierda si no te gusta mi mierda
Porque estaba drogado cuando escribí esto, ¡así que chúpame la polla!
[Bizarre:]
Soy un mentiroso compulsivo, prendiendo fuego a mi predicador
Cortando tus neumáticos, volando por Fenkell y Meyers
Placas caducadas, tan pronto como me contratan me despiden
Masturbándome en una cama de alambre de púas
(Oye, ¿Bizarre está actuando?) Puta, ¿no leíste el folleto?
El invitado especial será Richard Pryor
(¿No eres un bailarín masculino?) No, puta, estoy retirado
Follando a tu perra en el culo con una llave de cruz
Estoy destrozado, estoy en un viaje de ácido
Mi DJ está en coma por dejar que el disco salte
Dejando que el disco salte, dejando que el disco salte (¡Maldita sea!)
Estoy follando cualquier cosa cuando estoy esnifando
Va a costar trescientos dólares abortar a mi pitbull
Una puta me pidió un autógrafo
La llamé puta, le escupí cerveza en la cara y me reí
Lanzo bombas como si estuviera en Vietnam
Todas las putas son zorras, incluso mi apestosa madre
[Proof:]
Ayo, flashback, dos pies, dos profundos en esa raja del culo
Hierba adulterada con algo – ¡negro, pásala!
En Ámsterdam solo salimos con ratas de hachís
En una manifestación de "Alto a la Violencia", disparo armas
BMI en publicación; te van a dar un tiro
El Kuniva, divide tu pila de dinero
Vacía tus putos bolsillos, lo antes posible
No necesito una cadena de platino, puta, le robé la de Shaq
Perdedor nato, mitad ladrón y mitad negro
Trae a tus chicos y tus armas y te reirán
Golpeador de putas, a los raperos ricos les roban su Jag
Y los encuentran troceados en una bolsa de basura
[Kuniva:]
Estamos estrangulando raperos hasta el punto de que no pueden gritar
Porque su equipo está lleno de maricones y son más dulces que las ventas de pasteles
Imprudente, vengo por detrás y te arrebato el collar
Horripilante, y causando más violencia que nueve matones
Te agarro la nuez de Adán hasta que cruja
Corro justo a tu lado, me doy la vuelta, te agarro y te apuñalo
Sé ejecutado, porque soy un Luni, tengo una Yukmouth
Y está contaminada; la amartillo, luego disparo
Me encanta robar a jugadores, matones y jóvenes baloncestistas
Disparar en la casa, incluso a los niños pequeños
Barricada de la Brigada para hacer ruido
Mientras las balas rompen tus huesos como juguetes de Navidad
Si voy solo, haré una canción con Bolo
Un gran negro chino gritando, "¡Kuniva, yo, yo!"
Te dejo la cara sangrando, entro corriendo en la iglesia
Y golpeo al predicador mientras está predicando
Le doy un golpe al diácono
[Kon Artis:]
Solía decirles a los tipos que vendía hierba y peso
Estaba bien hasta que me pillaron vendiendo esa mierda
Soy ignorante, con la intención de robar tu alquiler
Me echaron del campamento de verano por tener sexo en mi tienda
Con la hija del superintendente, mi cerebro está desordenado
He sido un Kon Artis desde que nadaba en el agua
En connivencia con este negro llamado Carlisle Von
Quien fue despedido de UPS por intentar enviarte una bomba
(Entrega especial) Firmo con un sello local por diversión
Digo que tengo cáncer, me despiden, tomo el adelanto y huyo
Te hago un drive-by bajo la lluvia mientras llevas a tu hijo
Llamo a tu casa y te cuelgo por no darme nada
Nacido directamente de un coño pero un hijo de puta
Tengo reputación de hacer que los negros muevan sus fondos
Solía ser el tipo de negro que doblaba billetes de uno
Hasta que conocí a tu mamá gorda, ahora estoy forrado
[Eminem:]
Así que puedes chuparme la polla si no te gusta mi mierda
Porque estaba drogado cuando escribí esto, ¡así que chúpame la polla!
Porque me importa una mierda si no te gusta mi mierda
Porque estaba drogado cuando escribí esto, ¡así que chúpame la polla!
¡Ja-ja! ¡Chúpame la puta polla!
D12, Puta-Docena-Sucia
Asqueroso como una puta apestosa con treinta putos maridos
Bizarre Kid, Swifty McVay, el Kon Artis
El Kuniva, Derty Harry, y Slim Shady
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