Road Rage Lyrics – Eminem, Dem Jointz, Sly Pyper

Read the full Road Rage lyrics by Eminem, Dem Jointz and Sly Pyper 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 Fuel and Breaking News (Skit), two other songs by Eminem.

[Part I]

[Intro: Sly Pyper]
This rap s*it divided by panty lines, mm, which side are you on? (Pu*sy)
Social media got you fu*king in pantomime, damn, why that line so long? (Rookie)
I’m just caught up in the rapture, tryna be a rap star, I hope I make it out alive (Alive)
I’m a master at masquerading and acting like I ain’t faded, only I can see through my disguise

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Yeah, I walk around more confused than my aunt Linda’s man-friend
A black transgender Klan member (What?)
Who’s a Caitlyn Jenner fan and a (What?)

Member of Grindr and Tinder
Head empty as an empty abandoned a—, yeah
‘Partment while I’m dancing a—
‘Round all these names and labels that I can’t memo— (What the fu*k?)
‘Rize, now my antennaes
Are up on this PC s*it, I’m finna
Go out on my shield like Captain A— (What?)
‘Merica, transcender

[Chorus: Sly Pyper]
I’m the god of façade (Woo), give me a road rage reason
To black the fu*k out and roll with the heathens
Road rage, vroom, vroom, vroom and I’m speeding
Fu*k that red light, I’m tryna get even

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Yeah, how could I say some s*it so mean? (Damn)
They’re tryna make my mouth closed like it’s clothing (What?)
It’s what it is though, but this is show biz, so things
Ain’t never really truly over ’til Lizzo sings (Like I won’t say that)
We should coddle fat people, yeah, yeah, here’s a concept (What?), let’s celebrate onset, yeah
Diabetes and instead of us dieting, we can just have a pie-eating contest (Delicious)
And we should be extra nice (What?) instead of honest, yeah
And instead of exercise (What?)
It’s easier to find a triple-X your size

And try to press society to change so you don’t have to change
Pick up a way to eat less, them fries make your blood pressure rise
As it starts increasing
All that starch and grease and
Clogged arteries and
These are the reasons
For your heart disease and
Can’t tie your shoes (Why?), it’s too hard to reach ’em (S*it)
But the way things been (With what?)
With today’s thinking, yeah
We should baby them (Why?)
Instead of shaming them (Oh)
But enabling can, yeah
Do more harm than good, so call me Abe Lincoln
‘Cause I’ll be honest, I can flip in a blink and
All I need is one little road rage reason
Yeah, blah, blah, blah, I’m the

[Chorus: Sly Pyper]
I’m the god of façade, give me a road rage reason
To black the fu*k out and roll with the heathens
Road rage, vroom, vroom, vroom and I’m speeding
Fu*k that red light, I’m tryna get even

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Yeah, all my obese people, if you’re fat, proud and you know it (Hey)
Raise your hand if you’re shoving food in your mouth at this moment (Mmm)
But if you’re mad ’cause they’re clowning you for pounding them donuts (What?)
Put ’em down and either do something about it or own it

[Interlude: Slim Shady & Eminem]
Okay, here we go
Wait, what are you doing?
Fu*k’s it look like I’m doing? (What? Nah)
Dying our hair
No, stop, stop, ow
Shut the fu*k up
You’re never gonna—
I said, shut the fu*k up
Trust me, I know what I’m doing
Yeah

[Verse 4: Eminem]
So transgender rights, where do I stand? Oh (Uh)
I’m all for ’em, I really am pro (Nah, for real)
But intercourse with you (What?), would I have? No (Nope)
I’m just being honest, yeah, now I’m an a$ (Ho)
Call me a transphobe (Really? Yeah) ’cause I just can’t go (What?)
And try and pretend you was never a man though (Sorry)
I mean, damn, bro, yeah, it’s just the way I feel (Uh)
But if I say it will (Mm), it get me cancelled (Yup, s*it)
My music get banned (What?), or can it withstand? (No)
This s*it is quicksand (Help), man, I’m just saying (Ha)
I gotta participate for us to co-exist? Damn
I gotta memorize pronouns of a cis man? (Really?)
How come can’t we just show solidarity with a wristband? (Or something like that, you know?)
And this ain’t even a diss, trans
People, my d!ck just won’t expand
Them tits won’t make it stand
But Caitlyn, big fan (No, wait)

[Part II]

[Verse 5: Eminem]
Oh, you want me to fu*king chill and tone this s*it down, huh? (Yup)
That’s Shady speaking his mind like it was his mouth, huh?
You wish he’d grow up and not be so juvenile, huh?
Cash Money Records, this s*it’s about to go south, huh?
You feeling stupid now, huh?
Old Slim would’ve told ’em to put a lid on it like a toilet bowl rim
Hat with the low brim
I’m in the blue corner (What?), white trunks with the gold trim
They bet that I won’t win (Yup)
Guess you really showed them (Ha)
Became the best and I made it, yeah like Adult Swim
Yeah, but you pick on handicapped people with no limbs
Well then, fu*k you, Chris Reeves and the horse that he rode in

[Outro: Eminem]
B!tch