Lyrics Eminem's Woobie

Now, this one's from a quote by Eminem's Mum, about him never leaving his "woobie" - that's his security blanket - behind. Plus, Scod used to get called "Egg Carton" at school. I dunno why. Neither does he.

Do do doo do, do do do
Do do doo, do do do do
Do do doo, do do do do
Do do doo, do do do do

Since the beginning of time I've been able to rhyme
The kids never gave me trouble, they could never burst my bubble
I was growing stubble at the age of five
An individual feature, it'd impress the lady teachers
But the principal never saw the funny side
He would send me home all alone, with my Mum working at the foam company
There'd never be anyone around to comfort me

I see the me I tried to fly but why do I
Rely on an itty-bitty blanket
I'll cry if you refuse to use
A little bit of class, my arse is on the line here
I'm confessing a line, I'll confide
I'd never be the man I am without the love my woobie provides.

Come on!

Not without
Not without
Not without
My woobie
Not without
Not without
Not without
My woobie
Not without
Not without
Not without
It's a blanket which is discoloured on account of saliva

As I stand in a court of law, awaiting my sentence for all the things that I did
Poisoning all the kids' minds, and pretending to kill my wife Kim
And befriending Sir Elton John
I'm sorry for that, I'm sorry for that
I won't apologise for killing a cat, or drowning a bat, but I'm sorry for that
I hope God's not a faggot

And will the members of the jury please stand up
I'm going to enter my plea, 'cause I'm guilty
And I'd do it again, but when you put me away today
I hope and I pray I can sway y'all
Don't fail me, let me take my woobie into jail

Not without
Not without
Not without
My woobie
Not without
Not without
Not without
My woobie
Not without
Not without
Not without

Dynamite, you should thank me
Cause I'm slim, never skanky
Laughing all the way to the banky
It's just me and my blankie
Dynamite, you should thank me
Cause I'm slim, never skanky
Laughing all the way to the banky
It's just me and my blankie

Yo, introducing
Yo, and when I'm in the ground, and when I'm in the ground
And my rappin' is over and I'm heavenly-bound
And if I go supernova I'll be up in the clouds
The shroud I burned out, but I'm proud
Cause I was too loud for you, and I was head of the crowd
St. Peter, what a treata, nice to meet'cha, nice white sheeta
Won't you lead the way through the heavenly gate
But wait

Not without
Not without
Not without
My woobie
Not without
That's Egg Carton playing the guitar, y'all
Not without
Not without
Thank you
My woobie
Not without
Not without
Not without

Dynamite, you should thank me
Cause I'm slim, never skanky
Laughing all the way to the banky
It's just me and my blankie