Artist: Eminem
Track: White America

Lyrics
America, hahaha
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 freedom of speech the United States Government has sworn to uphold
(Yo, I want everybody to listen to the words of this song)
Or so we're told

I never would've 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
It's like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me
So many lives I touch, so much anger aimed
In no particular direction, just sprays and sprays
And straight through your radio waves, it plays and plays
'Til it stays stuck in your head for days and days
Who woulda thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair
With some peroxide, reachin' for a t-shirt to wear
That I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this?
How could I predict my words would have an impact like this?
I must've struck a chord, with somebody up in the office
'Cause Congress keeps telling me I ain't causin' nothin' but problems
And now they're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government
I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life, and now I'm dumping it on

White America
I could be one of your 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 (yeah)
White America
I could be one of your 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

Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby, just like yourself
If they were brown, Shady lose, Shady sits on the shelf
But Shady's cute, Shady knew Shady's dimples would help
Make ladies swoon, baby (ooh baby), look at myself
Let's do the math, if I was black, I would've sold half
I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that
But I can rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back
Give the mic, show me where the fuckin' studios at
When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white
No labels 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?"

White America
I could be one of your 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 (yeah)
White America
I could be one of your 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

See the problem is I speak to suburban kids
Who otherwise would've never knew these words exist
Whose mom's probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss
'Til I created so much motherfuckin' turbulence
Straight out the tube, right into your livin' rooms I came
And kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre
That's all it took and they were instantly hooked right in
And they connected with me too because I looked like them
That's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope
Searchin' with a fine toothed comb, it's like this rope
Waitin' to choke, tightenin' around my throat
Watchin' me while I write this like, "I don't like this, no"
All I hear is, lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy
Sponsors workin' 'round the clock to try to stop my concerts early
Surely hip hop is never a problem in Harlem, only in Boston
After it bothered your fathers of daughters startin' to blossom
Now I'm catchin' the flack from these activists when they raggin'
Actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch and say fagot, shit
Just look at me like I'm your closest pal, a poster child
The motherfuckin' spokesman now for

White America
I could be one of your 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 (yeah)
White America
I could be one of your 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

So to the parents of America
I am the Derringer aimed at little Erica
To attack her character
The ring leader of the circus of worthless pawns
Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress
And piss on the lawns of the White House
To burn the galf 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 freest of speech this divided states of embarrassment will allow me to have
Fuck you

Oh
Hahaha
I'm just playin' America, you know I love you