Lyrics containing the term: I'm+Depot+put+a+little+bit+a7+nice+guy+with+you+today (2025)

They can't be seen with me and I'm feelin' real shot downAnd I'm gettin' mean.No more Mister Nice Guy,No more Mister Clean,No more Mister Nice Guy,They say he's sick, he's obscene.

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing'Til they got a hold of meI opened doors for little old ladiesI helped the blind to seeI got no friends 'cause they read the papersThey can't be seen with meAnd I'm gettin' real shot downAnd I'm feeling meanNo more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister CleanNo more Mister Nice GuyThey say, "He's sick, he's obscene"I got no friends 'cause they read the papersThey can't be seen with meAnd I'm gettin' real shot downAnd I'm, I'm getting meanNo more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister CleanNo more Mister Nice GuyThey say, "He's sick, he's obscene"My dog bit me on the leg todayMy cat clawed my eyesMa's been thrown out of the social circleAnd dad has to hideI went to church incognito, when everybody roseThe Reverend Smith, he, he recognized meAnd punched me in the noseHe said"No more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister CleanNo more Mister Nice Guy"He said, "You're sick, you're obscene"No more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister CleanNo more Mister Nice GuyHe said, "You're sick, you're obscene"

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing'Til they got a hold of meI opened doors for little old ladiesI helped the blind to seeI got no friends cause they read the papersThey can't be seen with me and I'm gettin' real shot downAnd I'm feeling meanNo more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister CleanNo more Mister Nice GuyThey say he's sick, he's obsceneI got no friends cause they read the papersThey can't be seen with me and I'm feelin' real shot downAnd I'm gettin' meanNo more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister CleanNo more Mister Nice GuyThey say he's sick, he's obsceneMy dog bit me on the leg todayMy cat clawed my eyesMa's been thrown out of the social circleAnd dad has to hideI went to church incognitoWhen everybody rose, the Reverend SmithHe recognized meAnd punched me in the nose, he saidNo more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister CleanNo more Mister Nice GuyHe said you're sick, you're obsceneNo more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister CleanNo more Mister Nice GuyHe said you're sick, you're obscene

Probably the day Bush comes to my defensesMy spider sense is telling me Spiderman is nearbyAnd my plan is to get him nextAnd open up a whip ass canisterGoddamn it Dre where's the goddamn beat? (Yeah)Anyway, anyway, I don't know how else to put itThis is the only thing that I'm good atI am the bad guy, Kryptonite, the green chronicDemonic, yup, yup, don't worry I'm on itI got it, high fived Nick LacheyStuck a pen in Jessica's head and walked awayAnd as she flew around the room like a balloonI grabbed the last can of chicken tunaOut the trash can and zoom IHeaded straight back to the Neverland RanchWith a peanut butter-jelly-chicken-tuna sandwichAnd I ain't even gotta make no goddamn senseI just did a whole song and I didn't say shit'Cause I ain't got no legsOr no brainNice to meet youHi, my name isI forgot my nameMy name was not to become what I became with this level of fameMy soul is possessed by this devilMy new name isRain Man'Cause IYo, Rain ManDefinitely, definitely Dr.

They can't be seen with me and I'm feelin' real shot downAnd I'm gettin' mean.No more Mister Nice Guy,No more Mister Clean,No more Mister Nice Guy,They say he's sick, he's obscene.

They can't be seen with me and I'm feelin' real shot downAnd I'm gettin' mean.No more Mister Nice Guy,No more Mister Clean,No more Mister Nice Guy,They say he's sick, he's obscene.

My daddy likes you you cursed a little bitMy daddy likes youI still put up with your shitBut my daddy likes you my daddy likes youMy daddy likes youYou drive a classic MustangThe ones with the stockWheels you didn't changePlus it has a new system that bangsIt makes me say "daaang"Will you take me for a spin?

Want you to take your broom and swept up my yardYou better brush it good or we could fall apartDon't give me no shortcut thing you have all day & nightI had to satisfy, so you better do it rightWork what you're waiting forWork put your back in itWork just a little bit moreWork sure you're wanting it nowWork till your body's hurtingWork working hard and longWork when you finish thatWork I want you God damn tongueGo down, go down, go downCome up, come up, come upGo down, go down, go downCome up, come up, come upIt's what you come to do, just remember thatAnd don't pick me fruits, you can put them backYou start of working nice, with your big broomstickNow you're easing back, like you're afraid of brickWork what you're waiting forWork put your back in itWork just a little bit moreWork sure you're wanting it nowWork till your body's hurtingWork working hard and longWork when you finish thatWork I want you God damn tongueGo down, go down, go downCome up, come up, come upGo down, go down, go downCome up, come up, come upOh yes, yes baby, I like the work you do on my yardYou do reel good work yard manI find you lookin' nervous like you're afraid to failNow you're making excuse 'bout your feeling painJust don't waste my time cause you will get me madHave a bit down there, that could bite your broomstick hardWork what you're waiting forWork put your back in itWork justa a little bit moreWork sure you're wanting it nowWork till your body's hurtingWork working hard and longWork when you finish thatWork I want you God damn tongueGo down, go down, go downCome up, come up, come upGo down, go down, go downCome up, come up, come up Ladies, you know that if you don't have a yard manYou can't be a hard manYou know what I'm talking aboutGuys you know what I'm talking about too, not so?

There's no fun in that, here I come with axeOnce I act like lumberjack when I'm hackin' 'em up with thatWhat was that? Dial 9-1-1, someone's comin' in from the backSoon as my flow startsI compose art like the ghost of MozartEven though they all say that they're real, I know that most aren'tBoy, you think you're clever, don't ya?

Crazy little child never got to seeAll the pretty things in lifeHad him put away, nothing they could sayCould ever make the pieces fitAw well, daddy-o was rich, mama was a bitchLiving wasn't easy in betweenBehind his silent scream, Jackson in his teensWas planning his escapeHe was a crazy little child, New Orleans Alley playgroundGrimy faced, he watched the hookers cryWinos were his friends and when he talked to themThey said, Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and byDepression settin' in, desperate, cool and quickJackson learned the ropes out on the streetLittle candy stores, just pickin' locks and doorsWas practice for a two bit petty thiefSo Jackson went to Ritz and everyone was hipRitz ran all the rackets there in townIf you need another boy, a trigger or a bladeWell, I'm the slickest cat aroundRitz gave him the eye, once over then he smiledYeah, I've got something here in mindIf you meet me here at two, I think you'll like the viewOf that long green when you crack that safe tonightHe was a crazy little child, New Orleans Alley playgroundAnd grimy faced, he watched the hookers cry, whooWinos were his friends and when he talked to themThey said, Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by, that's rightWell, I'll wait for you outside and I'll be your ears and your eyesAnd boy, you just slip in there and bring out all that lootBut Ritz was taken by surprise, couple of unsuspectin' guysAnd they left poor Jackson insideQuestions there were few, in fact there were noneWhen those sheriff's bullet start to flyLay dying on the floor with a smokin' forty-fourHe said, I must admit the winos were rightCrazy little child, never got to seeAll the pretty things in lifeWe buried him today, nothing we could sayCould ever make the pieces fitYeah, I must admit the winos were rightOh, I must admit the winos were rightHis last words wereI must admit the winos were

[Jimmy:] "No I'm not. I'm hungry."[Momma:] "I know, but you shouldn't so fast. You're rushing honey, you're gonna choke.

(And I'm gonna hit the clutch)Speedom!(If you wanna go with us)Speedom!(I'mma leave 'em in the dust)Speedom!

[Timbaland talking]see'mon, ah, see'mon, ah, bounce a little, what, see'mon, yeahHa, you didn't think I was comin like that did you?Whooo![Sebastian]From the corner to the dice where we rollin atFor all my homies gettin nice off that cognacTo ghetto chicks who appreciate the CadillacWhen it flip to the normal color like Mike was backNike hats, slightly above your nose and neckChucks and slacks, separated from Gores and TecsChicks in packs, please, let your weave relaxI'm so gangster with this rap bouncers hold me back[Timbaland]Hey G, I feel you blackBut let me get up in this club and show you how I actI'm a fool when it comes to these party girlsI'm a fool when it comes to this party worldNow ask yourself, now who do beats like me?

You're gonna get a belly ache."Jimmy: "No I'm not. I'm hungry."Momma: "I know, but you shouldn't so fast.

I wanna know who you're believing, through your funny reasonsEven when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin'You said, "I know you, Mr.

C'mon, ah, c'mon, ah, bounce a little, what, c'mon, yeahHa, you didn't think I was comin' like that did you?WhooFrom the corner to the dice where we rollin' atFor all my homies gettin' nice off that cognacTo ghetto chicks who appreciate the CadillacWhen it flip to the normal color like Mike was backNike hats, slightly above your nose and neckChucks and slacks, separated from Gores and TecsChicks in packs, please, let your weave relaxI'm so gangster with this rap bouncers hold me backHey G, I feel you blackBut let me get up in this club and show you how I actI'm a fool when it comes to these party girlsI'm a fool when it comes to this party worldNow ask yourself, now who do beats like me?

Hello, how can I help you?Hi, my name's Dave Burd, I have an appointment todayIt's probably under 'Lil Dicky,' actuallyI'm a, I'm a rapper, soOkay, and who are you here to see?

I don't even like liver!"I'm like no, I said 'delivered'She's like "I heard you say liver!"I'm like I should know what I saidShe's like "whatever, I just don't want any liver!"

Me and my buddy got us a wild hairAnd figured we wanted to go somewhereSo we loaded up in my rag top ChevroletWe had a little bit of money And a whole lot of showAnd with Hank Jr. blaring on the radioWe got us a tank full of gasAnd we was on our wayWe figured we'd go down to New OrleansWe were barreling down old 17When a man with a blinking red light Was on our tailHe said you were doing 60 in a 45But I'm gonna let you go this timeBut if I catch you againI'm gonna slap you in the county jailWe said thank you sir you sure been niceAnd you ain't gonna have to tell us twiceAnd we were Southbound and down with the wind Blowing in our facesWe kept on rolling and pretty soonThe radio was cooking out a Haggard tuneAnd we were pulling into HoustonChecking out all them placesI was feeling dry and I said I thinkWe ought to stop and get ourselves a drinkAnd old Jim said yeah 'cause we got time to killWe kept on rolling and I seen this spotAnd we pulled into the parking lotOf this place called the Cloud Nine Bar and GrillWe walked through the doorAnd the place was jammedThe lights were low they had a punk rock bandAnd some orange haired feller singing about suicideI said Jim this ain't our kind of placeHe said well let's just have one round anywaySo against my better judgment we walked on insideWent up to the bar and we sat downThis feller walked up and said I'll buy this roundAnd he sat down on the bar stool next to JimHe looked like a girl but he talked like a guyHe had lipstick on and mascara in his eyesAnd everybody in that place looked just about like himI said Jim this ain't our kind of barLet's just go on out and get back in the carCause there's gonna be trouble Ain't no sense in taking a chanceWe was getting up getting ready to leave When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to danceI said Jim don't do it there's something missingThere's fellers dancing and fellers kissingThere's a feller in high heeled shoes wearing panty hoseHe said partner I just can't turn this downYou just go over there and have one more roundAnd I'll dance with the lady And we'll get on down the roadSo he walked away and left me aloneBut this funny looking feller kept coming onAnd he was making me mad with some of the things he saidThen he put his hand on my kneeI said if you don't get your paw off me I'm gonna locate your nose aroundThe other side of your headHe said I love it when you get that fire in your eyeI said well partner try this on for sizeAnd I unloaded on him and he went out like a lightEverybody in that place must have been his friendThey all headed for me I said this is the endBut where I come from we don't give up Without a fightThey were screaming and yelling and scratching and clawingI was punching and hitting and kicking and pawingI was holding my own 'cause I've been in a scrap or twoOld Jim come running up out of the blueAnd that gal he was with come running up tooAnd proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoeI grabbed her by the hair it came off in my handAnd that beautiful girl was just a beautiful manAnd old Jim just got sick right there on the floorHe dropped that dude like a shot from a gunSmeared his lipstick made his makeup runAnd me and old Jim started fighting our way to the doorWe lit out of there in that ChevroletI put in on the floor and it stayed that wayWe were going down the highway Doing about a hundred and tenWe were headed for home and we was getting nearerThen a red light came on the rear view mirrorAnd that same blame cop was pulling us over againNow I'm sitting here in this county jailI had to call my daddy to go our bailBut I learned me a lesson That I never will forget againI've done give up drinking I've give up barsAnd running around the country in souped up carsI'm going back where the women are womenAnd the men are men

Me and my buddy got us a wild hareAnd figured we wanted to go somewhereSo we loaded up in my ragtop ChevroletWe had a little bit of moneyAnd a whole lot of showAnd with Hank Jr. blaring on the radioWe got us a tank full of gasAnd we was on our wayWe figured we'd go down to New OrleansWe were barrelling down old 17When a man with a blinking red lightWas on our tailHe said you were doing 60 in a 45But I'm gonna let you go this timeBut if I catch you againI'm gonna slap you in the county jailWe said thank you sir you sure been niceAnd you ain't gonna have to tell us twiceAnd we were Southbound and down with the windBlowing in our facesWe kept on rolling and pretty soonThe radio was cooking out a Haggard tuneAnd we were pulling into HoustonChecking out all them placesI was feeling dry and I said I thinkWe ought to stop and get ourselves a drinkAnd old Jim said yeah 'cause we got time to killWe kept on rolling and I seen this spotAnd we pulled into the parking lotOf this place called the Cloud Nine Bar and GrillWe walked through the doorAnd the place was jammedThe lights were low they had a punk rock bandAnd some orange haired feller singing about suicideI said Jim this ain't our kind of placeHe said well let's just have one round anywaySo against my better judgement we walked on insideWent up to the bar and we sat downThis feller walked up and said I'll buy this roundAnd he sat down on the barstool next to JimHe looked like a girl but he talked like a guyHe had lipstick on and mascara in his eyesAnd everybody in that place looked just about like himI said Jim this ain't our kind of barLet's just go on out and get back in the car'Cause there's gonna be troubleAin't no sense in taking a chanceWe was getting up getting ready to leaveWhen somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeveAnd this good looking girl was asking my buddy to danceI said Jim don't do it there's something missingThere's fellers dancing and fellers kissingThere's a feller in high heeled shoes wearing panty hoseHe said partner I just can't turn this downYou just go over there and have one more roundAnd I'll dance with the ladyAnd we'll get on down the roadSo he walked away and left me aloneBut this funny looking feller kept coming onAnd he was making me mad with some of the things he saidThen he put his hand on my kneeI said if you don't get your paw off meI'm gonna locate your nose aroundThe other side of your headHe said I love it when you get that fire in your eyeI said well partner try this on for sizeAnd I unloaded on him and he went out like a lightEverybody in that place must have been his friendThey all headed for me I said this is the endBut where I come from we don't give upWithout a fightThey were screaming and yelling and scratching and clawingI was punching and hitting and kicking and pawingI was holding my own 'cause I've been in a scrap or twoOld Jim come running up out of the blueAnd that gal he was with come running up tooAnd proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoeI grabbed her by the hair it came off in my handAnd that beautiful girl was just a beautiful manAnd old Jim just got sick right there on the floorHe dropped that dude like a shot from a gunSmeared his lipstick made his makeup runAnd me and old Jim started fighting our way to the doorWe lit out of there in that ChevroletI put in on the floor and it stayed that wayWe were going down the highwayDoing about a hundred and tenWe were headed for home and we was getting nearerThen a red light came on the rear view mirrorAnd that same blame cop was pulling us over againNow I'm sitting here in this county jailI had to call my daddy to go our bailBut I learned me a lessonThat I never will forget againI've done give up drinking I've give up barsAnd running around the country in souped up carsI'm going back where the women are womenAnd the men are men

I'm like this y'allI'm like this and this andThis and this y'allCheck this y'all, I'm like this y'allLadies and gentlemen, I want to be a witnessTo the one and only to DJ LordPublic Enemy number oneWe're gonna let you hear thatA little bit laterWe're gonna hear some words fromSome the Public EnemyYou stay tuned for that'Cause we got a whole lot more in store

Want you to take your broom and swept up my yardYou better brush it good or we could fall apartDon't give me no shortcut thing you have all day & nightI had to satisfy, so you better do it rightWork what you're waiting forWork put your back in itWork just a little bit moreWork sure you're wanting it nowWork till your body's hurtingWork working hard and longWork when you finish thatWork I want you God damn tongueGo down, go down, go downCome up, come up, come upGo down, go down, go downCome up, come up, come upIt's what you come to do, just remember thatAnd don't pick me fruits, you can put them backYou start of working nice, with your big broomstickNow you're easing back, like you're afraid of brickWork what you're waiting forWork put your back in itWork just a little bit moreWork sure you're wanting it nowWork till your body's hurtingWork working hard and longWork when you finish thatWork I want you God damn tongueGo down, go down, go downCome up, come up, come upGo down, go down, go downCome up, come up, come upOh yes, yes baby, I like the work you do on my yardYou do reel good work yard manI find you lookin' nervous like you're afraid to failNow you're making excuse 'bout your feeling painJust don't waste my time cause you will get me madHave a bit down there, that could bite your broomstick hardWork what you're waiting forWork put your back in itWork justa a little bit moreWork sure you're wanting it nowWork till your body's hurtingWork working hard and longWork when you finish thatWork I want you God damn tongueGo down, go down, go downCome up, come up, come upGo down, go down, go downCome up, come up, come up Ladies, you know that if you don't have a yard manYou can't be a hard manYou know what I'm talking aboutGuys you know what I'm talking about too, not so?

I wanna know who you're believing, through your funny reasonsEven when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin'You said, "I know you, Mr.

[Verse 1 - Eminem]Jimmy can crack corn, but I don't careMy enemies crack corn, but I don't careYou can be black, white or a albino yeahYou can have corn rows inside your hairI give a fuck if I don't like your stareThis bottle of wine goes upside your headA little bit psycho, but I know thatThink you just don't say it, then I won't say itSee if you don't brag, then I don't bragI know I'm bad, as long as I know I'm badI don't need y'all to co-sign no shitYou can just keep making them tired old threatsA little bit like the boy who cried wolf yeahSee me, but don't dare to try no shitCause you know that somewhere inside those layersA rattlesnake's right there to bite your assAnd I can be so quiet and strike so fastLike lightning bolts right out the sky go *blah*From outta nowhere, you might find your careerCome to an *ERR!