Evil Deeds

Eminem Evil Deeds Şarkı SözleriLord please forgive me for what I doFor I know not what I've doneFather please forgive me for I know not what I doI just never had the chance to ever meet youTherefore I did not know that I would grow to beMy mother's evil seed and do these evil deedsMomma had a baby and it's head popped off(head popped off, head popped off, head popped off, head popped off, head popped off)My momma don't want me, the next thing I know I'm gettin' dropped off(gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off)Ring ring ring, on the door bell and the next door neighbors on their front porch(their front porch, their front porch, their front porch, their front porch)But they didn't want me neither so they left me on someone elses lawn(elses lawn, elses lawn, elses lawn)Till somebody finally took me in, my great aunt, uncle Edna 'n Charles(Edna 'n Charles, Edna 'n Charles, Edna 'n Charles, Edna 'n Charles)They were the ones who were left in chargeMy elementary they gang up on me and sang this song(sang this song, sang this song, sang this song, sang this song)It went a little something like mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lambDebbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawnMomma why do they keep saying this I just dont understand, understandAnd by the way, where's my dad?Father please forgive me for I know not what I doI just never had the chance to ever meet youTherefore I did not know that I would grow to beMy mother's evil seed and do these evil deedsPredominantly, predominantly, everythings always predominantlyPredominantly white, predominantly blackBut what about me, where does that leave meWell I guess that I'm between predominantly both of 'emI think if I hear that fuckin' word again I'm ma screamWhile I'm projectile vomiting, what do I look like, a comedian to you?Do you think that I'm kidding?What do I look like some kind of idi-wait a minute, shit, don't answer thatWhy am I so misunderstood?Why do I go through so much bullshit, it sucks bullshit,Woe is me, there goes poor Marshall againWhining about his millions and his mansion and his sorrow he's always drownin' inFrom the dad he never had, and how his childhood was so badAnd how his mom was a dope addict, and his ex-wife how they go at itMan I'd hate to have it, as bad as that Mr. Mathers claims he had itI can't imagine it, that little rich poor white bastardNeeds to take some of that cash out the bank and take a bath in itFather please forgive me for I know not what I doI just never had the chance to ever meet youTherefore I did not know that I would grow to beMy mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds