☆ Eminem – Love Game [Music Video] (ft. Kendrick Lamar)

feat. Kendrick Lamar

Something’s burning, I can’t figure out what

It’s either lust or a cloud of dust

Judgment is clouded, must just be the powder from the power of love

But I’m in something I don’t know how to get out of

Left my girl in the house alone

Is that my soon to be spouse’s moan

And the further I walked, the louder

I paused for a minute to make certain that’s what I heard

‘Cause after all, this is her place

So I gave her the benefit of the doubt

Think I might be about busta busta

The thought’s so scary, yo that it hurts, brace

Hope it ain’t, there we go, yo

‘Cause my head already goes to worst case scenario, though, in the first place

But you confirmed my low end theory, though

Should’ve known when I made it all the way to third base

And that was only the first date, could’ve made it to home plate

But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first

‘No, you don’t understand, I don’t do this for anyone, ever’

Yeah, that ain’t what they all say

I’ll say it, you can suck a softball through a straw, used to be my fiancé

Till you sucked on Wayne, Andre, and Kanye

Lebron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e

Polow Tha Don, Drake, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwame

Guess I’m getting my goddamn jigga on

‘Cause your name, I’m beyond saying

But fuck it, I’m moving on, you women are all crazy

But I’ll probably always keep on playing the game of

Love, love, love, love

She doesn’t love me, no she don’t love me no more

She hates my company, yeah, she don’t love me no more

I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door

She screamed she loves me like she never did before

And I told her go where you want

And go do what you want to do, I don’t care

And I told her go where you want

And go do what you want to do, I don’t care

I told that bitch

I’m a sucker for love, you’re a sucker for dick

Sucking dick in your momma’s tub till your granny walked in

Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water, he drowned

Like an abortion, they booked you for manslaughter

You beat the case and I called you

"Sherane is not available now leave a message at the tone

And Kendrick don’t forget to buy two pair of those

Expensive heels, you little fucking Ferris wheel

Fucking spending on me, fuck you think we gonna get married still?

Fucking Mary had a little lamb, this ain’t no fairy tale

Fairy godmomma better tell you how I fucking feel

Like you should fucking beat it or fucking eat it while I’m on my period

Now have a blessed day"

Bitch, you serious? I’m in the mirror with this look on my face, curious

Why you ain’t fucking with me, you cut me up, a Caesarean

You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I’m delirious

I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman

After the Dillinger hit ’em diligently and killing him

His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem

That’s analogy and metaphor for you

I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you

This is me talking poetry, yeah, I got some home training

That ain’t what you like, ain’t it? What about if I was famous

As Marshall, would you give fellatio in the carpool

Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle, singing

I hope she’s good enough, meanwhile you’re chasing her

Chlamydia couldn’t even get rid of her

Pity the fool that pity the fool in me, I’mma live with the game of

Love, love, love, love

She doesn’t love me, no she don’t love me no more

She hates my company, yeah, she don’t love me no more

I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door

She screamed she loves me like she never did before

And I told her go where you want

And go do what you want to do, I don’t care

And I told her go where you want

And go do what you want to do, I don’t care

So needless to say I’m feeling betrayed

Snatched my house key off my keychain

She jumped off, Wee-Bey from The Wire, scape

Now she’s chasing me with a cheese grater

Here goes that broken record, cliché, it’s all my fault anyway

She’s turning the tables, I’m a beat-break

She treats my face like seratos, she cuts and scratches like a DJ

Each day is an instant replay

They say we display symptomatic erratic behavior

Back together but forgot today was her b-day, she cut me off on the freeway

Simple misunderstanding but just as I went to slam on the brakes

Then I realized that she may be as crazy as me, wait

Bitch cut my fucking break lines, stepped on them fuckers eight times

Still going 73, thank God there’s an exit coming up

But them other F-U-C-K’s all would’ve hit the off ramp

So I coast into a gosh damned aw hit a fucking tree

Now here she comes at full speed, she’s racing at me

Ok, you wanna fuck with me, eh?

Snatch the bitch out her car through the window, she screaming

I body slam her onto the cement until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole

Bury this stink hoe in it, then paid to have the street re-paved

Fuck, woke up in a dream state in a cold sweat

Like I got hit with a freeze ray during a heat wave

Guess I eventually caved, though, ’cause she’s lying next to me in bed

Directly aiming a gat at my head

Woke up again and jumped up like fuck it, I’ve had it, I’m checking into rehab

I confess I’m a static addict, I guess that’s why I’m so clingy

Every girl I’ve ever had either says I got too much baggage

Or I’m too fucking dramatic

Man, what the fuck is the matter? I’m just a fucking romantic

I fucking love you, you fucking bitch

Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex

I actually set off a chain reaction, a tragic event

I said "hit the road" and after she left

I sent that bitch a text

I said "be careful driving, don’t read this and have an accident"

She glanced to look at it and wrecked, too bad

Thought we had a connect

No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case

Than a model covered in L’Oreal and mace, who fell from grace

Eleven stories for story telling but the whore was yelling "rape"

So the vocal cords were swelling

And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spelling’s face

Still they swarm the gates and my fans making stakes

To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace

Unless you’re Andrea Yates, don’t ask me for a date, don’t be late

Well, the sentiment’s great, but wait then there’s been a mistake

You want an intimate date, I wanna intimidate

I have infinite hate in my blood, it’s mainly because of the game of

Wait, dinner at eight

I have infinite hate in my blood, it’s mainly because of the game of

Game of

Love, love, love, love