Everybody’s Looking at Me (New Version) Lyrics – Eminem

Read the full Everybody’s Looking at Me (New Version) lyrics by Eminem 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 Everybody’s Looking at Me (STANS Soundtrack) and 7 Sins, two other songs by Eminem.

[Intro]
Everybody’s looking at me
Everybody’s looking at me
Everybody’s looking at me
Everybody’s looking at me
Everybody’s looking at me (S*it is so crazy)
Everybody’s looking at me (It’s like)
Everybody’s looking at me (Everywhere I go I’m in the spotlight)
Everybody’s looking at me (From the moment I wake up, it’s)

[Verse 1]
Lights, action, cameras flashing

Managers, sponsors, concerts, monster mashing
Moshing, everyone thrashing
Laughing lashing in an arrogant fashion
Type who might throw his underwear in the trash and wipe his ass at the American flag like Marilyn Manson (Ha-ha)
Updated Axl Rose
White version of Shaft, pimp slapping hoes
Pull up like a Mac, jet black limos
Stretch so far back, can’t see the back windows
Stepping out, pink hats, furs and minks
B!tch on each arm, what the fu*k you think? (S*it)
Right arm got that kid from *NSYNC’s b!tch on it (Britney)
Left arm got that little P!nk chick on it
Me and Dre at the VMA’s again
Pissing off all these lesbians and gays again
It’s raining men
Strut as we walk the carpet
Stop under the tarp and talk to Carson (What Up?)
BJ’s pleading with us not to start s*it, not to stomp the s*it out of Chocolate Starfish
Pose for the snapshots, paparazzi
Everybody’s eyes are watching
Just trying to guess what I’ma do next, waiting to see
I just walk in, sit down and take my seat it’s like

[Chorus]
What the hell are you looking at, what do I look like, a crook? (Somebody’s watching me)

I’m not no criminal, I’m just a plain old guy, so
Keep them opinions and walk on by (Woah-oh)
I said, what the hell are you looking at, what do I look like, a crook?
I’m not no criminal, I’m just a plain old guy, so
Keep them opinions and walk on by (Woah-oh)

[Verse 2]
Arrested for gun possession
Have I learned my lesson? Fu*k no, ‘nother Smith & Wesson
Pissed off, pistol whipping this picked contestants
Mr. Just-can’t-use-his-fist-for-weapons
Looking around for some next s*it to step in
Twisted rep, y’all got a misconception
I wonder, would I be misunderstood
If I wasn’t from the hood, I was from some good uppity-dum suburb in some upscale community
I guess you can see what trailers do to m
row up, not give a fu*k, fail in school and be cool as me, scream fu*k $luts, jail and jewelry
I never woulda dreamed women ever woulda screamed
My name louder than *** when she’s arguing with me
It’s hard for me to be humble and still have it and rumble with anybody who wants to
I must prove I’m no punk he’s punch too, it’s for uncle I know you’re watching
And I’m much too much pride to show you I’m hurting inside
I never let my guard down, this curtain is wide open

[Chorus]
What the hell are you looking at, what do I look like, a crook? (Somebody’s watching me)
I’m not no criminal, I’m just a plain old guy, so
Keep them opinions and walk on by (Woah-oh)
I said, what the hell are you looking at, what do I look like, a crook?
I’m not no criminal, I’m just a plain old guy, so
Keep them opinions and walk on by (Woah-oh)

[Verse 3]
My private life is Springer, 5 times a night
See it via satellite, live right on site and hold on tight
S*it, fu*k the Tyson fight – you might see my **** try suicide tonight
See, I done fu*ked up and told so much
It’s probably the only reason I sold so much
‘Cause y’all know so much, what’s left to do?
But try to keep my pointy ass nose out of the news
‘Cause newsflash it travel faster than lightning rods
(Oh God, he’s on the stage with Elton John! He’s got a motherfu*king pink GLAAD T-Shirt on, hugging a homos*xual flipping the cameras off)
(But at the Grammys? Thought Slim hated the Grammys)
No, I said “You think I give a damn about a grammy?”
You never answered me
Now had you have asked me, I’da told you exactly why I wasn’t here last year
See, there’s nominees for the best album
Rap’s got a separate category, now how come?
What are we, peons? Fu*k Celine Dion
Pee on your corny award show you want me on
But guess what? That means you win
I can’t give in and let y’all beat me again
Plus, this year
My record’s almost diamond
I’m in the same category as Paul Simon
Ain’t no other rapper in the category I’m in
But they’re calling me to stage telling me I win
So just as I go on to approach the podium
The crowd’s going nuts like they’re about to explode or something
Expecting me to give some acceptance speech that’s gonna knock each motherfu*ker out of their seats
But the truth is I ain’t got s*it to say
Except thanks, you shoulda gave this s*it to Dre

[Chorus]
What the hell are you looking at, what do I look like, a crook? (Somebody’s watching me)
I’m not no criminal, I’m just a plain old guy, so
Keep them opinions and walk on by (Woah-oh)
I said, what the hell are you looking at, what do I look like, a crook?
I’m not no criminal, I’m just a plain old guy, so
Keep them opinions and walk on by (Woah-oh)

[Outro]
Everybody’s looking at me
Everybody’s looking at me
Everybody’s looking at me
Everybody’s looking at me
Everybody’s looking at me
Everybody’s looking at me
Everybody’s looking at me
Everybody’s looking at me
Everybody’s looking at me