Watch: Eminem’s New Track “Habit” from “The Death of Slim Shady”

Eminem’s new track “Habit” features lyrics from his latest album, “The Death of Slim Shady.” Full lyrics are now available.

Habits Eminem Lyrics

Been waiting a long time for this shit (Ah)
Long time, no see (Ah)
Thought you got rid of my ass, huh? (Let me go, you sick fuck)
Alright, here’s what we’re gonna do (Piece of shit)
You take this (No)
Or I put a bullet between your fucking eyes (I don’t wanna)
Here (Fuck no), then we’ll split it (No)

Half an Ativan, I’m drivin’ straight at a van
In a black Sedan, fast as I can
In Pakistan gettin’ chased by a pack of stans
You know how I roll, bitch (What?), I’m an avalanche
This my shit, I’m gonna spit it how I wanna spit it
Whoever gets offended, suck a dick and fuck a critic
‘Bout to get retarded on this motherfuckin’ shit
“You can’t say retarded,” shut up midget (The fuck?)
Been tryna break the habit of sayin’ any R words
But I’m still an addict, so it’s gettin’ harder (Ah)
Been callin’ bitches “hoes” since a kindergartner
This is Jimmy Carter, now I’m kitty cornered (What?)
Sittin’ in PC court with a shitty lawyer, like damn

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 be your friend (Yeah)

Was just a kid from Detroit who knew
How to destroy the booth and had a point to prove (Yeah)
And I’m missin’ (What?) venomous, still I poison youth
Sentences I’m pennin’ are just to toy with you, which is a joy to do
Slim is just a lyricist here to voice his true sentiments
Got the women pissed and it seems like men are just off growin’ a huge clitoris (Pussies)
Yeah, I probably annoyed a few feminists
I reminisce on them blowin’ a fuse over my point and views
Still I’m devoid of two shits to give (Yeah)
My thinkin’ is primitive, but when it comes to givin’ it to anybody, boy is Bruce generous (Marshall)
And I’m ’bout as much of boy as Bruce Jenner is (Damn)
‘Cause I’m not a boy, I’m a man, bitch, man-bitch (Ha-ha)
My speech is free, it’s his choice to choose genderless
This shit is like opioid abuse, isn’t it? (Yup)

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)
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 be your friend

There’s times when I lay down and sleep I argue with myself
Am I the only one who thinks it’s weird, do I need help?
Just a little bit, know a lot of it I really really gotta quit
Something’s wrong with me, my God, old habits die hard

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
F**k you, you’re all pricks

Mom shamin’, dad shamin’ (Ah)
Yeah, fat shamin, man-splainin’, blah (Pfft)
Cry babies attack Shady, wah
Mad ’cause they can’t tame me (Get it)
Here come the censors, like the Avengers
When they assemble like Prince and then turn
A word like ginger into the N-word
All these pronouns, I can’t remember (Damn)
They or them, theirs? (Who?) his or him, hers? (Ah)
Into them girls that 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?
Nowadays some gals they just clout chase (Yeah)
Look at me with sour grapes and your brow raised
Bitch, you ain’t about head (What?), about face (Woo)
Little white middle-age upper-middle-class with a glass of wine and your cigarette
Bitch, get off the internet (Yeah)
You ain’t even fed your kids dinner yet
Parental discretion, mental aggression, my head’s a Smith & Wesson
You’re messin’ with a lethal weapon, like an evil stepdad
I got an infrared like the ginger stepkid who pissed the bed

I do this shit in jest and it’s just a messin’ up with your head
And if men wanna wear lipstick and women’s underwear
Who cares, that shit is their business, now bare witness
Beware bitches, the Blair Witch, and you scary bitches
I’m surreptitious on square business
Just to attack my therapist with a pair of scissors, like Merry Christmas
Dressed as a hairy Christian, terrorist with the hair trigger
But these buttons I’m always pushin’, pain I’m always inflictin’
Protests outside the Shady offices, is livid
It’ll make you think that you have the game unlocked ’til they pick it (Trick it)
Only way for me to explain it is I’m conflicted (What?)
Walkin’ on eggshells, like if I take it too far, is this it? (Yeah)
Part of me gets it and want’s 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 gays is wrong and offensive (What?)
And it’s insensitive as if me sayin’ 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)
As far as what I just stated, regarding midgets
You’ll probably think I’ll just say that I’m playin’, I’m not, I meant it (Yeah)
Swear God I see one of them little fuckers come at me
I pick it up by its legs and drop it and kick it
“Marshall, you’re wicked faced, you are addicted”
But they gon’ do me the same as DaBaby, with all of this shit
Chappelle and Colin, they’re callin’ Shady misogynistic
While raisin’ three daughters, two graduated from college with honors
Summa cum laude my sense of humor is probably twisted, it’s painfully obvious sadistic

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, hey (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 be your friend’

Ha-ha-ha
I’m just playin’ little people, you know I love you