The Eminem Show

Track 4 - Square Dance

[People! (People!) It feels so good to be back (back)]

Tears ran down her face-good ones, she assured him.

"You're back," she whispered.

[Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing the new
and improved, you know who..
chk-who, chka-er-chk-er-chk-er-chk]

"Yeah, baby, I am," Marshall replied.

[Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push, no friend of Bush
I'm the center piece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his leash, all this peace talk can cease
All these people I had to leave in limbo
I'm back now, I've come to release this info
I'll be brief and let me just keep shit simple]

"You're not gonna leave again, are you?" she bit her thumbnail worriedly.

"No, baby, I'm not," he said and opened his arms as she came willingly into them.

"I love you," she murmured.

He didn't say it back.

He couldn't because it was a lie.

[Cani-bitch don't want no beef with Slim
Noo! Not even on my radar
So won't you please jump off my dick, lay off and stay off
And follow me as I put these crayons to chaos
from séance to séance, aw-er-aw-er-aw-eh-a]

She led him into the bedroom they'd shared before, brought him down onto the mattress with her.

He never realized how much he loathed this until now.

[C'mon now, let's all get on down
Let's do-si-do now, we gon' have a - good ol' time
Don't be scurred, cause thurr ain't nothin to worry 'bout
Let your hurr down (and square dance with me)]

Marshall watched as she ran her fingers through her loose blonde locks, as the strands fell across her face and cascaded down her back.

"Did you miss me?" she asked.

[Let your hair down to the track, yeah kick on back (boo!)
The Boogiemonster of rap, yeah the man's back
with a plan to ambush this Bush administration
Mush the Senate's face in, push this generation
of kids to stand and fight for the right to say somethin
you might not like, this white hot light
that I'm under, no wonder I look so sunburnt]

He grunted.

He hoped that'd be answer enough.

It wasn't an answer, but he hadn't lied. He was struggling not to tell her all her favorite lies that he knew she'd love to hear. The lies she'd tell her lawyer, bring straight to the judge, and land him into jail.

[Oh no I won't leave no stone unturned
Oh no I won't leave, won't go nowhere
Do-si-do, oh-yo-ho, hello there
Oh yeah, don't think I won't go there]

But he wouldn't leave her, couldn't leave her.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place-and nobody to tell him where to go. How to get out from the tight corner he'd backed himself into.

[Go to Beirut and do a show there
Yeah you laugh till your motherfuckin ass gets drafted
While you're at band camp thinkin the crap can't happen
'Til you fuck around, get an anthrax napkin
Inside a package wrapped in Saran Wrap wrappin
Open the plastic and then you stand back gaspin
Fuckin assassins, hijackinAmtraks, crashin
All this terror, America demands action
Next thing you know, you've got Uncle Sam's ass askin
to join the Army or what you'll do for their Navy
You just a baby, gettin recruited at eighteen
You're on a plane now, eatin their food and their baked beans
I'm twenty-eight, they gon 
take you 'fore they take me]

Marshall felt the walls creeping towards him, watched as her body hovered over his. He took notice of the plunging neckline of her blouse, the curves of her hips.

Idly, he wondered how her stomach would look.

[Crazy insane, or insane crazy?
When I say Hussein, you say Shady
My views ain't changed, still inhumane, wait
Arraigned two days late, the date's today, hang me!]

How would she react as she watched that stomach change and develop as time progressed?

[Nothin moves me more than a groove that soothes me
Nothin soothes me more than a groove that boosts me
Nothin boosts me more, or suits me beautifully]

Marshall ignored the answers. He knew her reactions, just as he knew his.

Which was why he was here, with her, instead of miles away and busy forgetting the stain he left on his life.

[There's nothin you can do to me, stab me shoot me
Psychotic hypnotic product, I got it the antibiotic
Ain't nobody hotter and so on and yadayada
God I talk a lotta hum-de-lay-de-la-la
Oochiewalla-walla, um-di-da-dahda-dah but you gottagotta
keep movin, there's more music to make]

This wasn't a place to talk anymore. It he was silent, she'd have no reason to suspect his actions, the motives behind them.

It wasn't about her; it wasn't about him. It was about what was between them.

Something with enough clout to keep him in his own nightmare-just long enough so he could take what was his and watch her fade into the oblivion of memories.

[Keep makin new shit, produce hits to break
the monotony, what's gotten into me?
Drugs, rock, and Hennessey, thug like I'm 'Pac on my enemies
On your knees, got you under siege
Somebody you would give a lung to be
Hun-ga-ry, like a fuckin younger me
Fuck the fee, I can get you jumped for free
Yeah buddy, laugh it's funny, I have the money
to have you killed by somebody who has nothing
I'm past bluffing, pass the K-Y
Let's get ready for some intense, serious ass fucking!]

She whispered dirty things into his ear, smiled in a way that repulsed him on the inside, but his face pretended otherwise.

He ran on automatic, on nothing, on the fuel of his reasons for being there.

She probably loved how pliable he was, how good he was behaving.

[Dr. Dre, wants to square dance with me
Nasty Nas, wants to square dance with me
X to the Z, wants to square dance with me
Busta Rhymes, wants to square dance with me
+Cani-bitch+, won't square dance with me
+Cani-bitch+, won't square dance with me
+Canada-bis+, don't want no parts of me
Dirty Dozen, wants to square dance with you]

It was all a dance. Just one dance, and he'd be through. A final dance to fix the mistake they'd made.

Chapter 5

Author: zines@aol.com

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