Eminem Drops New Album Called “Kamikaze” on Day of Aretha Franklin’s Funeral, Articles are Bad

Eminem is back. Marshall Mathers made a decision to drop his new album, called — seriously– “Kamikaze” — right then and there of Aretha Franklin’s funeral. She and all the great singers in heaven needs to be LOL.

Anyway, certainly “Kamikaze” is number one on the iTunes album chart today, and all of its tracks have hit the singles charts. Mathers as spots numbers 1 and a couple of.

Ironically, Aretha’s “30 Greatest Hits” is number 4. Eminem will not ever have 30 Greatest Hits.

Reviews are bad, even so the fans are usually not so discerning. They’re prepared to get whatever Em releases. On Metacritic “Kamikaze” carries a 67 among critics. Among fans, they’ve rated it at 8.3.

None in the tracks may be played about the radio– there’re drenched in foul language. And screeching. There’s no “Stan.”

Here would be the lyrics to the title track, from genius.com:

[Intro]
Okay, learn how to say this? (fack, fack, fack)
A year ago didn’t figure out so well for me
(fack, fack, fack) (fack in 2009)
2018, welp (fack, fack)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m a fuckin’ kamikaze crashin’ into everything
You beat me, Islamic Nazi, actually there is not any such thing
I’ve been goin’ in your jugular since Craig G “Duck Alert”
Wedgie in doing my underwear, an entire bedsheet as well as comforter
Stuck in my rectal crack, kiss my disrespectful ass
I’ll ride in your cul-de-sac
Window cracked, bumpin’ your reference tracks
You collaborative effort rap, I have not said his raps
Overstayed my welcome, stepped in crap
And ruined your welcome mat
So spit that shit from your heart, you didn’t write like you wrote it
As i teabag the microphone ’cause I am nuts on it
Being a fighter jet lined with explosives that’ll strike any moment
Headed right at opponents and I’m the fuckin’ pilot that flown it
I’m ’bout to-

[Chorus]
Smash into everyone, crash into everything
Back and I’ve just begun, “FACK” 2017
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
I’m a Kamikaze, gonna
Smash into everyone, crash like an F-15
Damage already done, y’all shoulda i want to be
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
I’m a Kamikaze, gonna

[Verse 2]
I started rap ’cause it helped me feel tough whenever i wasn’t (wasn’t)
From the second I heard rap was cussin’, I was in (was in)
Which describes why I comprehend the guy
Who I had been created by, Dre’s Frankenstein
Energized such as a nine volt, ice cold
Like Snake Eyes, twice consecutively on the dice roll
However if the only reason I blowed is ’cause I’m white though
Why don’t each and every white rapper sell things i sold? (ooh)
Kamikaze pilot, I wrote my suicide note
Here come the blokes in white coats tryin’ to avoid me
‘Fore I jump behind the controls and attempt to fly into foes
‘Cause I’m takin’ y’by using me once i go cyclone
I don’t think this typhoon’s lettin’ up sooner, here I go
Eyes closed, blindfolded, I’m ’bout to-

[Chorus]
Smash into everyone, crash into everything
Back and I’ve just begun, “FACK” 2017
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
I’m a Kamikaze, gonna
Smash into everyone, crash such as an F-15
Damage already done, y’all should’ve well then, i’ll be
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
Fack, fack on everyone
I’m a Kamikaze, gonna

[Bridge]
Smash
Kamikaze, kamikaze
Kamikaze, kamikaze, kami-kamikaze
Look at what I’ve done

[Verse 3]
I heard your freestyle on Shade 45, that shit was embarrassing
It’s not necessary to we ever hear that shit again, I guarantee
Doing this that shit was so ass it’s somethin’ we wouldn’t dare re-air
Along with the shit’s embarrassing as me rear-ending Tara Reid bare
During my therapy chair, my dick is the hair time period of Cher
Each nut is the chair width of the acorn, stairlift be cautious about me
Lyrically I’m terrible, better buy your lyrics prepared
Richard Ramirez has arrived, serial killin’ every beat there is

[Outro]
Wait, wait, got the eeriest feelin’
Somethin’ evil is lurkin’, I’m no conspiracy theorist
But somethin’ we have found afoot-oh yeah, it’s my dick
Get the measurement stick (what?), twelve inches of wood
Wait, but I’ve been goin’ for your personal jugular since Craig G “Duck Alert”
And I’ve go to pay respects
‘Cause should you sleep you’re fucked-other words, you receive laid to rest
I hope the couch is hurt
Put me using a track, Time passes cray on there such as a color book
You still have some views, but you’re still below me
Mine are higher, and whenever you compare our views, you have overlooked
And I don’t say the hook unless I wrote the hook
And today I’m just freestylin’ inside the vocal booth
And you simply know I’ve always spoke the truth
You lyin’ through your teeth a great deal you broke a tooth
But it ain’t somethin’ I would like a phone to do
When I say I can’t wait ’til I recieve ahold of you
And that i don’t determine what I’m s’posed to do
Make the rappers, take my pic similar to a photo shoot