Under The Influence by Eminem Lyrics Meaning – Delving into the Chaos of Creativity
Lyrics
So you can suck my dick if you don’t like my shit
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
Two pills I pop, ’til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I’m Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats can’t chew through his last pants
I’m like a mummy at night, fightin’ with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin’ him
I’m like a fuckin’ wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin’ the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin’ handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin’
(Bitch, it’s too late)
‘Cause once you’re hung from the drapes, it’s curtains
I’m an instigator, .380 slug penetrator
Degrading, creating murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin’ blood on my ‘gators
My weed’ll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge and
I’m a black grenade that’ll blow up in your face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say, “Forgive me”
I’m snatchin’ every penny, it gotta be that way, nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin’, I make the President get a facelift
Niggas just afraid, handin’ me they bracelets
Chillin’ in the lab wasted, I’m the type
That’ll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on sight
And even at the Million Man March, we gon’ fight
So you can suck my dick if you don’t like my shit
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
‘Cause I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like my shit
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
I’m a compulsive liar, settin’ my preacher on fire
Slashin’ your tires, flyin’ down Fenkell and Meyers
Plates expired, soon as I’m hired I’m fired
Jackin’ my dick off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is Bizarre performin’?) Bitch, didn’t you read the flyer?
The special invited guest will be Richard Pryor
(Aren’t you a male dancer?) No, bitch, I’m retired
Fuckin’ your bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I’m ripped, I’m on an acid trip
My DJ’s in a coma for lettin’ the record skip
Lettin’ the record skip, lettin’ the record skip (damn)
I’m fuckin’ anything when I’m snortin’
It’s gonna cost three-hundred dollars to get my pitbull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin’-ass mom
Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with somethin’, nigga, pass that
In Amsterdam, we only hang out with hash rats
At a “Stop the Violence” rally, I blast gats
BMI my publishing, get your ass capped
The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack
Run your motherfuckin’ pockets, ASAP
I don’t need a platinum chain, bitch, I snatched Shaq’s
Born loser, half thief and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked
And found chopped up in a trash bag
We stranglin’ rappers until the point they can’t yell
‘Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome and causin’ more violence than nine hoodlums
I grapple your Adam’s apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, ’cause I’m a Luni, I got a Yukmouth
And it’s polluted, I cock it back, then shoot it
I love snatchin’ up players, thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I’m doin’ a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga screamin’, “Kuniva, yo, yo”
I leave ya face leakin’
Run up in church and smack the preacher while he’s preachin’
Take a swing at the deacon
I used to tell cats that I sold weed and weight
I was straight ’til I got caught sellin’ them shake
I’m ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin’ sex in my tent
With the superintendent’s daughter, my brain’s out of order
I’ve been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin’ in water
In cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Von
Who got fired from UPS for tryna send you a bomb
(Special delivery) I sign to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin’ me none
Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin’ niggas runnin’ they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin’ some ones
‘Til I met your fat mama, now I’m rollin’ in dough
So you can suck my dick if you don’t like my shit
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
‘Cause I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like my shit
‘Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
Suck my motherfuckin’ dick
D12
Dirty motherfuckin’ Dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin’ husbands
Bizarre Kid, Swifty McVay, the Kon Artis
The Kuniva, Derty Harry, and Slim Shady
In the pantheon of Eminem’s discography, ‘Under The Influence’ emerges as a chaotic bazaar of lyrical decadence, inviting listeners into the stark, untamed corners of creative expression. Fuelling the track with the raw energy of the D12 collective, Eminem turns the conventional on its head to present a narrative steeped in the audacious confrontation of his critics and the industry at large.
The song itself churns with the volatile concoction of substances and self-assured defiance, a testament to the murky waters of inflamed genius Eminem wades through. It’s a kaleidoscope of controversial punchlines and unapologetic confessions, layered with the complexities of an artist wrestling with fame, persona, and the intoxication of creative freedom.
Behind the Rebel Yell – Eminem’s Defiance on Display
Eminem’s opening lines leave no room for interpretation, blending aggression with the liberation he associates with his substance-fueled creativity. It’s a bold disclaimer, swatting preemptively at any criticism. The raw straightforwardness serves as an emblem of Eminem’s unwillingness to conform, a verbal weapon he wields with the expertise of a seasoned wordsmith.
The song rejects the standard narrative of remorse and repentance, often paired with admissions of drug use. Instead, Eminem flips the script, seeing his altered states not as a detriment but as a source of untamed inspiration. In doing so, he applauds his own work, regardless of how it was conceived, or the divisive opinions it births.
A Symphony of Psychotropic Metaphors – Analyzing the Vivid Imagery
Eminem’s verses are labyrinths of enthralling imagery, extending far beyond the literal into a realm of metaphor that belies a fraught tension between genius and madness. Likening himself to a young Clint Eastwood and a ‘mummy at night,’ the rapper layers his narrative with the kind of textured, feverish visuals that invite both awe and unease.
Lines such as ‘a young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass’ crafts a humor-laced metaphor, pointing towards the baggage of his past, forever entangled with his present identity. The imagery brilliantly oscillates between self-deprecation and self-aggrandizement, refusing to linger long enough for listeners to take a comfortable stance.
Revelations in Versatility – The D12 Collective Influence
D12’s presence on ‘Under The Influence’ offers a multifaceted view into the collective’s dynamics. Each member infuses the track with their distinct style, providing a gradient of perspectives that elevate the overarching themes. What emerges is a mosaic of hustler’s tales, battles scars, and unfiltered confessions that amplify Eminem’s own narrative.
Their verses reinforce the album’s undercurrents of camaraderie and shared experience, binding them together through their collective struggle and success. While Eminem leads the charge with his signature bravado, the contributions from Proof, Bizarre, and the rest of the group deepen the song’s chaotic essence.
The Provocative Chorus – A Carousel of Contempt
In the realm of memorable hooks, ‘Under The Influence’ carves its niche, embedding a chorus that circles back with as much bite as the verses themselves. Eminem’s repetitive beckon to ‘suck my dick’ serves as a crude yet effective refrain that summarily dismisses detractors with blaring nonchalance.
It’s not so much a statement of arrogant disregard as much as it is a relentless reminder of the song’s core — creative expression without the tethers of societal norms. Every repeat is a reinforcement of the artist’s commitment to authenticity over the pursuit of acceptance.
Finding the Hidden Meaning in the Mayhem
‘Under The Influence’ throbs with overt beats and lyrics, and yet, buried within its bravado, there resides a nuanced commentary on the nature of fame and its discontents. Eminem, through sharp cynicism, reveals the complexities and contradictions that come with a celebrity status, a lifestyle both coveted and criticized.
As the song careens through vulgarities and seemingly nonsensical scenarios, it cleverly weaves a discretely poignant message regarding the pressures of staying relevant in a cutthroat industry. The underlying meaning seems to gesture towards an entertainment world that often sensationalizes the very behavior it condemns, creating an endless loop of hypocrisy Eminem openly scorns.
