We Made You

Eminem

"We Made You" by Eminem

Album: 

Lyrics: 

Guess Who...
Did you Miss me?
Jessica Simpson sing the chorus

(Dina Rea)
(CHORUS)
When you walked through the door
It was clear to me,
(Clear to me)
You're the one they adore,
Who they came to see
(Who they came to see)
You're a
Rock star
(Baby)
Everybody wants you
(Everybody wants you)
Player,
Who could really blame you,
(Who could really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you...

(VERSE ONE)
Back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac
Or antacid if they can
You're ready to tackle
Any task that is at hand
How does it feel,
Is it fantastic,
Is it grand?
Well look at all the massive
Masses in the stands
Shady man, no!
Don't massacre the fans!
Damn, I think Kim Kardashian's a man,
She stomped him
Just cause he asked to put his hands
On her massive Gluteus maximus again
Squeeze it,
Then squish it,
Then pass it to her friend.
Can he come back
As nasty as he can?
Yes he can, can,
Don't ask me this again!
He does not mean to lesbian offend
But Lindsay, please come back to seeing men!
Samantha's a 2,
You're practically a 10!
I know you want me girl,
In fact I see your grin
(Now come in girl)

(CHORUS)
When you walked through the door
It was clear to me,
(Clear to me)
You're the one they adore,
Who they came to see
(Who they came to see)
You're a
Rock star
(Baby)
Everybody wants you
(Everybody wants you)
Player,
Who could really blame you,
(Who could really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you...

(VERSE TWO)
The enforcer,
Looking for more women to torture,
Walk up to the cutest girl and
Charlie Horse her!
Sorry Portia,
but what's Ellen DeGeneres
Have that I don't?
Are you telling me tenderness?
Well I can be as gentle
And as smooth as a gentleman!
Give me my ventolin inhaler
And 2 Xenadrine
And I'll invite Sarah Palin
Out to dinner then
Nail her,
"Baby, say hello to my little friend!"
Brit, forget K-Fed,
Let's cut off the middle man!
Forget him or your gonna end up in the
Hospital again!
And this time it won't be
For the Ritalin binge!
Forget them other men,
Girl, pay them little attention!
A little did I mention,
That Jennifer's in
Love with me John Mayer
So sit on the bench
Man I swear them other guys
You give 'em an inch
They take a mile,
They got style,
But it isn't Slim...

(CHORUS)
When you walked through the door
It was clear to me,
(Clear to me)
You're the one they adore,
Who they came to see
(Who they came to see)
You're a
Rock star
(Baby)
Everybody wants you
(Everybody wants you)
Player,
Who could really blame you,
(Who could really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you...

(VERSE THREE)
And that's why,
My love
You'll never live without,
I know you want me,
Girl, cause I can see you
Checking me out,
And baby,
You know, you know you want me too.
Don't try to deny it baby,
I'm the only one for you. (pbbt)

Damn, girl,
I'm beginning to sprout an Alfalfa!
Why should I wash my filthy mouth out?
You think that's bad you should hear
The rest of my album!
Never has there been such
Finesse and nostalgia!
Man, Cash, I don't mean to
Mess up your gal, but,
Jessica Alba
Put a breast in my mouth, (brrp)
Wowzers!
I just made a mess of my trousers!
And they wonder why I keep
Dressing like Elvis!
Lord, help us, he's back in his
Pink Alf shirt,
Looking like someone
Shrinked his outfit!
I think he's about to flip
Jessica rest assure,
Superman's here to rescue ya!
Can you blame me?
You're my Amy,
I'm your Blake!
Matter of fact make me a birthday cake
With a saw blade in it to
Make my jail break
Baby, I think you just
Met your soul mate
(Now break it down girl)

(CHORUS)
When you walked through the door
It was clear to me,
(Clear to me)
You're the one they adore,
Who they came to see
(Who they came to see)
You're a
Rock star
(Baby)
Everybody wants you
(Everybody wants you)
Player,
Who could really blame you,
(Who could really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you...

So baby, (Baby,)
Get down, down, down, (Baby,)
Get down, down, down, (Baby,)
Get down, down, down, (Baby,)
Get down, get down, (Baby,)
Get down, down, down, (Baby,)
Get down, down, down, (Baby,)
Get down, down, down, (Baby,)
Get down, get down,

Oh, Amy!
Rehab never looked so good!
I can't wait!
I'm going back!
Haha!
Whooo!
Dr. Dre!
2020!
Yeah!


Chart information for:

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Chart History

Chart DatePosition
2009-05-029
2009-05-0911
2009-05-1613
2009-05-2322
2009-05-3029
2009-06-0655
2009-06-1346
2009-06-2042
2009-06-2756
2009-07-0485

Peak Position: #9
Number of Weeks on Chart: 10