Habits Lyrics – Eminem

Read the full Habits lyrics by Eminem and White Gold along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Eminem’s music, you can also explore Trouble and Brand New Dance, two other songs by Eminem.

[Intro: Eminem]
Been waiting a long time for this s*it (Ah)
Long time no see (Ah)
Thought you got rid of my ass, huh? (Let me go, you sick fu*k)
Alright, here’s what we’re gonna do (Piece of s*it)
You take this (No)
Or I put a bullet between your fu*king eyes (I don’t wanna)
Here (Fu*k no)
Then we’ll split it (No)

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Half an Ativan, I’m driving straight at a van

In a black sedan, fast as I can
In Pakistan getting chased by a pack of Stans
You know how I roll, b!tch (What?), I’m an avalanche
This my s*it, I’m gonna spit it how I wanna spit it
Whoever gets offended, suck a d!ck and fu*k a critic
‘Bout to get retarded on this motherfu*king shidit
“You can’t say retarded,” shut up, midget (The fu*k?)
And we’ve been tryna break the habit of saying any R-words, yeah
But I’m still an addict, so it’s getting harder (Ah)
Been calling b!tches “hoes” since a kindergartner
This is Jimmy Carter, now I’m kitty-cornered (What?)
Sitting in PC court with a s*itty lawyer (S*it), like damn

[Chorus: White Gold & Eminem]
You got an addiction, man (Ah)
I know you can’t get rid of me forever
‘Cause you know that I’m prescription, man
Goddamn, I miss you, Slim (Woo)
You got an addiction, man
I know you can’t get rid of me forever
‘Cause you know that I’m prescription, man
Next time, I’ll be in your vein, yeah

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Was just a kid from Detroit who knew how to destroy the booth

And had a point to prove, yeah and I’m missing (What?)
Venomous, still I poison youth, sentences, yeah
I’m penning are just to toy with you
Which is a joy to do, Slim is just (What?)
A lyricist here to voice his true sentiments, yeah
Got the women pissed and it seems like men are just (What?) off growing a huge clitoris (Pussies)
Yeah, I probably annoyed a few feminists
I reminisce on them blowing a fuse over my points of views
Still I’m devoid of two s*its to give, yeah
My thinking is primitive
But when it comes to giving it to anybody, boy, is Bruce generous (Marshall)
And I’m ’bout as much of a boy as Bruce Jenner is (Damn)
‘Cause I’m not a boy, I’m a man, b!tch, man-b!tch (Haha)
My speech is free as his choice to choose gender is (Man)
This s*it is like opioid abuse, isn’t it? (Yup)

[Chorus: White Gold]
You got an addiction, man
I know you can’t get rid of me forever
‘Cause you know that I’m prescription, man
Goddamn, I miss you, Slim (Woo, uh)
You got an addiction, man
I know you can’t get rid of me forever
‘Cause you know that I’m prescription, man
Next time, I’ll be in your veins

[Bridge: Eminem]
There’s times when I lay down to sleep I argue with myself
Am I the only one who thinks it’s weird? Do I need help?
Just a little bit, no, a lot of it, I really, really gotta quit
Something’s wrong with me, my God, old habits die hard

[Interlude: Mr. Reality]
Look at you
What’s the matter with you people?
You’re sad that people are mean?
Well, I’m sorry, the world isn’t one big liberal arts college campus
**** you, you’re all pricks

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Mom shaming, dad shaming (Ah), yeah
Fat-shaming (What?), man-splaining, blah (Pfft)
Crybabies attack Shady, wah
Mad ’cause they can’t tame me (Get it)
Here come the censors (Look out), like the Avengers
And they assemble like Prince and then turn
A word like “ginger” into the N-word
All these pronouns (Ah) I can’t remember (Damn)
They or them, theirs? (Whose?) His or him, hers? (Ah)
Into them girls who bought tits to get attention
Then get hit on by ugly men who are (Creep)
Not in your league, so you pretend you’re a victim
And me-too ’em (Ah), outraged, how fake? (What?)
Nowadays, some gals, they (What?) just clout-chase, yeah
Look at me with sour grapes and your brow raised
B!tch, you ain’t about head (What?), about face (Woo)
Little white, middle-age, upper-middle-class
With a glass of wine and your cigarette
B!tch, get off the internet, yeah
You ain’t even fed your kids dinner yet (Haha, still)
Parental discretion, mental aggression, my head’s a Smith & Wesson
You’re messing with a lethal weapon, like an evil stepdad
I got an infrared like the ginger stepkid who pissed the bed (Ginger)
I do this s*it in jest and it’s just a-messing up with your head
And if men wanna wear lipstick and women’s underwear
Who cares? Their s*it is their business, now bear witness
Beware, b!tches, the Blair Witch on you scared b!tches
I’m surreptitious (What?) on square business
Just attacked my therapist with a pair of scissors like “Merry Christmas”
Dressed as a Hare Krishna, terrorist with a hair-trigger (Woo)
But with these buttons I’m always pushing, yeah, pain I’m always inflicting (What?)
Protestors outside the Shady offices livid, yeah
It’ll make you think that you had the game on lock ’til they pick it (Trick it)
Only way for me to explain it is I’m conflicted (What?)
Walking on eggshells, like if I take it too far, is this it?, yeah
Part of me gets it and wants to say I’m sorry and fix it (I’m so—)
So all my statements are basically contradictive (What?)
Like using the F-word for gay is wrong and offensive (What?)
And insensitive as if me saying the R-word isn’t (Wait)
Wait a minute, which R-word? Rape or retarded, midget? (Not cool, guys)
Would this rhyme be okay if South Park had did it? (Okay, screw you guys)
Would it make you less angry if Cartman spit it? (Goddammit)
And as far as what I just stated, regarding midgets
You’ll probably think I’ll just say that I’m playing, I’m not, I meant it, yeah
Swear to God I see one of them little fu*kers come at me
I’ll pick it up by its legs and drop it and kick it
“Marshall, you’re wicked, face it, you are addicted” (I know)
But they gon’ do me the same as DaBaby with all of this s*it (Why?)
Chappelle and Colin, they’re calling Shady misogynistic, yeah
While raising three daughters, two graduated from college with honors
Summa cum laude, my sense of humor is probably twisted
It’s painfully obvious that

[Chorus: White Gold & Eminem]
You got an addiction, man
I know you can’t get rid of me forever
‘Cause you know that I’m prescription, man
Goddamn, I miss you, Slim (Woo, hey)
You got an addiction, man
I know you can’t get rid of me forever
‘Cause you know that I’m prescription, man
Next time, I’ll be in your veins (Haha)

[Outro: Eminem]
I’m just playing, little people, you know I love you