Eminem - Love Game

[Verse 1: Eminem]

Something's burnin', I can't figure out what (out what)

It's either lust or a cloud of dust

Judgement 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 walk, the louder

Pause for a minute to make certain that's what I heard

‘Cause after all, this is her place

So I give her the benefit of the doubt, I

Think I might be about to bust her, bust her

The thought's scary, yo, though and it hurts—brace!

Hope it ain't, "Here 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, (*slurp*) you don't (*slurp*) under— (*slurp*) —stand, (*slurp*)

I (*slurp*) don't (*slurp*) do this for (*hic*) anyone, (*hic*) ever (*slurp*)."

Yeah, that ain't what they all say?

I'll say, you can suck a softball through a straw

Used to be my fiancé

'Til you sucked on Wayne, André, and Kanye

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

Polow da Don, Dre, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwamé

Guess I'm gettin' my g-goddang Jigga on, eh?

‘Cause your name, I'm beyond sayin'

But fuck it, I'm movin' on, you women are all cray

But I'll probably always keep on playin' the—

[Bridge: Wayne Fontana]

Game of love, love, love, love

La-la-la-la-la love

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

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

She hates my company, guess 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 loved me like she never did before

And I told her, "Go where you wanna!

Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!"

And I told her, "Go where you wanna!

Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!"

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

I told that bitch, "I'm a sucker for love, you a sucker for dick."

Suckin' dick in your mama tub, then 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 ya

"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 fuckin' Ferris wheel

Fuckin' spinnin' on me—fuck you think, we gon' get married still?

Fuckin' Mary had a little lamb, this ain't no fairy tale

Fairy godmama better tell you how I fuckin' feel

Like you should fuckin' beat it

Or fuckin' eat it while I'm on my period

Now have a blessed day." (*Phone hangs up*) Bitch, you serious?

I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious

Why you ain't fuckin' with me, you cut me deep as 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 him diligently and killin' 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 talkin' cordial, yeah, I got some home training

That ain't what you like, ain't it?

What about if I was as famous as Marshall?

Would you give fellatio in the carpool?

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

Singin', "I hope she's good enough

Meanwhile you're chasin' her"

Chlamydia couldn't even get rid of her

Pity the fool and pity the fool in me, I'ma live with the—

[Bridge: Wayne Fontana]

Game of love, love, love, love

La-la-la-la-la love

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar (with Eminem)]

(She doesn't love me, no, she don't love me no more)

(She hates my company, guess 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 loved me like she never did before

And I told her, "Go where you wanna!

Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!"

And I told her, "Go where you wanna!

Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!"

[Verse 3: Eminem]

So needless to say I'm feelin' betrayed

Snatch my house key off her key chain

She jumps off Wee-Bey from The Wire's dick

Now she's chasin' me with a cheese grater

Here goes that broken record cliché

It's all my fault anyway, she's turnin' the tables, I'm a beat-break

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

Each day is an Instant Replay

They say what we display is symptomatic of addict 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

That's when I realized that she may be crazy as me, wait

Bitch cut my fuckin' brakeline

Stepped on them fuckers eight times

Still goin' 73, thank God there's an exit comin' up

What the mother-F-U-C-K's wrong with her?

Hit the off ramp 'til I coasted to a goshdamn halt

Hit a fuckin' tree, now here she comes at full speed

She's racin' at me, okay, you wanna fuck with me, eh?

Snatch that bitch out her car through the window

She screamin', I body slam her on the cement

Until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole

Buried the stink ho in it, then paid to have the street repaved

(The 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 layin' next to me in bed—directly aimin' a gat at my head!

Woke up again and jumped up

Like, "Fuck it! I've had it, I'm checkin' 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 fuckin' dramatic

Man, what the fuck is the matter? I'm just a fuckin' romantic

I fuckin' love you, you fuckin' bitch!

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

I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events

I said, "Hit the road", then after she left

I sent that bitch a text that said, "Be careful driving

Don't read this and have an accident"

She glanced to look at it and wrecked (*Car crashes*)

Too bad, thought we had a connect

No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case

Than the model covered in L'Oréal and mace

Who fell from grace 11 stories for storytellin'

While the whore was yellin', "Rape!"

'Til her vocal cords were swellin'

And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spellings' face

Still they swarm the gates of my fancy estates

To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace

'Less you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date though

You're late, well, the sentiment's great

But wait, think there's been a mistake

You wanted an intimate date, I wanna intimidate

I have infinite hate in my blood

It's mainly 'cause of the game of— (*Message sound*)

Wait, "dinner at eight"? I have infinite hate in my blood

It's mainly 'cause of the—

[Outro: Wayne Fontana]

Game of love, love, love, love

La-la-la-la-la love