The Eminem Show

Track 2 - Business

[Bitches and gentlemen! It's SHOWTIME!Hurry hurry, step right up!
Introducin the star of our show..his name is..
(Marshall!)
You wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now
So without further adieux, I bring to you
(Marshall!)]

“Fuck you, Marshall,” she spat.

[You bout to witness, hip-hop in its most purest
more rawest form, flow almost flawless
Most hardest, most honest known artist]

“You knew it when you came into this,” he yelled back.  “Don’tfuckin’ trip when you knew it!”

“What the fuck?  I didn’t know shit.  You fuckin’ corrupted me, you bastard!” Kim screamed as her hands clenched into fists as Marshall got up from the kitchen table.

“You’re a real bitch, you know that?  You knew when you met me that I was about the fuckin’ music.  I ain’t goin’ work the 9 to 5doin’ bullshit that don’t matter.  Work your own ass if you want to get more money, you stupid bitch!”

[Chip off the old block, but oh Doc is BACK
Looks like Batman brought his own Robin
Oh God, Saddam's got his own Laden
With his own private plane, his own pilot
Set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges
oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes
VROOM VROOM! Yeah, here I come]

“Asshole!” Kim screeched as she ran up the stairs.

“I’m not goin’ fuckin’ hit you.  ‘Cause you might be the one woman I’d hit, I ain’t goin’ give you the pleasure of divorcing my ass and gaining every fuckin’ penny I make later on.”

[I'm inches, away from you, dear fear none
Hip-Hop is in a state of nine-one-one so..]

“I’m gonna fuckin’ make it one day,” Marshall said to himself, long after he had calmed down and heard Kim’s yapping on the phone to her sister about the latest drama in the Mathers’ household.

[Let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around, what is this?
Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down
on these clowns; can I get a witness? (HELL YEAH!)]

He grabbed some clothes from the dryer, climbed into the beat-up car, and drove.  Drove endlessly with no destination in mind.  As he approached the stateline, he reversed his tracks.

[Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles
Gee wilikers Dre, "Holy bat syllables!"
Look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham
when I'm gone, time to get rid of these rap criminals
So skip to your lou while I do what I do best
You ain't even impressed no more; you're used to it
Flows too wet, nobody close to it
Nobody says it but still everybody knows the shit
The most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on
in eighty songs and exaggerate it all so much]

“Shit, man, can I stay with you?” Marshall asked one of his friends in Detroit.

“Fuckin’, Marshall, it’s 3am.”

“Well, man?”

“Yeah, get your shit and come in.  The girl’s gonna be pissed if you wake her up.”

“Don’t trip, I’ll be quiet as a motherfucker.”

[they make it all up, there's no such thing
Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans
It just means so much more to so much more
people when you're rappin and you know what for
The show must go on; so I'd like to welcome y'all
to Marshall and Andre's car-ni-val, c'mon! Now]

He thought of his wife, the little gold-digger.  The one who threatened him with divorce papers painted with lies.  The one who drove his mind to pieces, and his hand into a writing frenzy.

[It's just like old times, the Dynamic Duo
Two old friends, why panic? You already know
who's fully capable, the two caped heroes
Dial straight down the center, eight-zero-zero
You can even call collect, the most feared duet
since me and Elton, played career Russian Roulette
And never even see me blink or get to bustin a sweat
People steppin over people just to rush to the set
just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely]

Marshall opened his eyes. It wasn’t years ago. He wasn’t fighting with Kim. They weren’t living in a roach-infested apartment. He got his divorce; his freedom.

And he didn’t have to give her a penny.

[Ease over these beats and be so breezyJesus how can shit be so easy?
How can one Chandra be so Levy?
Turn on these beats, MC's don't see me
Believe me; BET and MTV
are gonna grieve when we leave dog, fo' sheezy]

I’m nothing without her, he thought.  He knew it, regardless of how much he loathed to admit it; how much he wanted to deny her role in his success.  His hatred for her, their problems, and everything that had stemmed from that disastrous relationship formed the basis of some of his most truthful, loved, and hated songs.

He hated feeling these pangs of regret for something he knew was doomed from the start.

[Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me
'til we grow beards, get weird and disappear
into the mountains - nothin but clowns down here
But we, ain't fuckin around round here
Yo Dre (whattup?) Can I get hell..? (HELL YEAH!) Now]

But there was Hailie.  And that gave him hope—made him fight for a reason to live, grasp onto it, and work himself harder.

[So there you have it folks (Marshall!) has come to save the day
Back with his friend Andre, here to remind you that bullshit does not pay
Because (Marshall!) and Andre are here to stay
and never go away, until our dying day
Until we're old and grey (Marshall!)
So until next time friends, same blonde hair, same rap channel
Good night everyone, thank you for coming
Your host for the evening (Marshall!)
Oh! Heh]

The phone rang.

“Marshall?”

“Yeah, Kim?”

“Dinner?” she asked.

The no was silent as she was answered with the awful sound of a harsh click and the haunting dial tone resounding in her ear.

Chapter 3

Author: zines@aol.com

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