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Campaign Speech


Campaign Speech Lyrics

Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a record store
With a Treacherous Four cassette and a cassette recorder

In Ecuador with Edward Norton
Witness the metamorphosis
Of a legend growin' like an expert swordsman

From the Hessian war and
Hence the origin of the Headless Horseman

Born with the endorphins of a pathetic orphan
Endless source and reservoir
Of extension cords in dresser drawers
And deadbolts on the bedroom doors
And sexual torture kits kept in a separate storage bin
Excellent boyfriend

Use intercourse to settle scores
With women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in 'til there's shredded foreskin
Reddish torn and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores and sore shins
Pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal forks in, self-absorption

Skeletor, I went to Hell and fell a floor
A predator, I'm headed for competitors

I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic store

Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a mess of warrants
You want some? Come and get some, boys!
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course
On excessive force and pressure points
And dressin' George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange
Dress and four inch heels to address the court
With a bullseye on his back, his whole chest and torso

In my present form I'm Desert Storm
Appetite for destruction there's no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in every morsel
Unpleasant, horrible; hello, gorgeous!

The rebel with devil horns just fell off the yellow short bus
She said, "However I fit in your schedule. I'm flexible."

Expired tags on the Saturn, got Catherine Bach
In the back in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on

At a traffic stop gettin' harassed, sign an autograph
For this asshole cop's daughter
Laugh 'cause I called her a brat on it
Had a heart attack and dropped dead
Started fallin' back with it
And got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a dick, Apple Watch
Knocked over a fisherman's tackle box and *crash sound*
Asked if they had a laugh in stock
That was fuckin' stupid…

You got it twisted, all 'cause I offered this bitch
A doggie biscuit, you call me misogynistic
Bitch, get to massagin' this dick!

It's not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous with
She's non-existent

Robin Thicke with a throbbin' dick on some suave and slick shit
But I shout derogatives at bitches like fuckin' missile launches
Misfit, blond and nitwit
Like I've gone ballistic, with a frostin' tip kit
Screamed, "I hate blondes," and became one, I'm optimistic

Love to start shit
Shovin' Clark Kent's undergarments in the glove compartment
Of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser
Shadiest mothafucka you'll ever come across

Olympic gymnast, been known for some assaults
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain scan results as Rainman's is
Something's off, but when Dustin Hoffman's
Dressin' up in your mummy costume
On stage dancin' to "Brain Damage," what's the problem?

Nothing's wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status
Run the faucet, I'ma dunk
A bunch of Trump supporters underwater
Snuck up on 'em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a spray tan
It's a wrap, like an ACE bandage

Don't-give-a-fuck persona, to my last DNA strand
She wants kielbasa, pre-arrange an escape plan

Consider me a dangerous man
But you should be afraid of this dang candidate

You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet
And that's what you wanted
Who doesn't have to answer to no one—great idea!

If I was president, gettin' off is
The first order of business, once I get in office

Second thing that'll make me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam
Naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand
Screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
Throw a latex and an AIDS test at him
Tell Congress I run this land
And I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy

Addiction to friction and static
Addict who can't escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon

Dressed as the maintenance man
In a laser tag vest and a racin' jacket
With a gauge to blast it
And sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's
Crazy asses in the backseat
Throwin' Stayfree pads at me

Dead passenger in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches
And slam on the brakes in traffic so hard
I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires

'Finna get a murder case and catch it
Like you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann Roof through the windshield of the Benz
Like a windmiller with a thin build while his skin's peelin'
And skids 'til he hits a cement pillar

Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder
Knock it into the upper peninsula

You wanna go against 'zilla? The Rap God
When will I quit? Never been realer
Whose pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla
Or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, avenge syllable binge
Fill a syringe, 'til I
Draw first blood

Even pop shit on my pop shit, and it's popular
Couldn't be more awkwarder

Cause you're innocence I robbed you of
It's my fingers that got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not give a

Slapstick, hockey puck
The broad hunter with the sawed off
Like an arm when it's lopped off of ya
But I'm not gonna, get the shotgun
Or the Glock, I'm gonna opt for the ox
Cause I'm into objects that are sharp when I shop
And it's not a shock, I'm such an obnoxious fucker

The Rock Hudson of rock 'cause who would have thought
That was for 50, little slap on the wrist be warned
I'm unravelin' quickly

My squabbles, I'm grappling with your time traveling with me

Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles
Like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column

That's the plan of attack when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my chest wasn't having to get these rhymes off 'em

And why I haven't come back on these faggots who diss me is
More of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel

But my patience is wearing thin
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face 'til I smear it in

Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen
And never appear again
If you actually had fuckin' careers to end

Molly, I'm gone off you
Man, light some kush
You're my first take, I'll nail you
Can't lie, I gush
If I won you over, you would be the grand prize
You can get it in the can like some Anheuser Busch

Jeans too small, least three pant sizes tush
Mushed against your damn side, your puss
And thighs are squished
What kind of attire's that?
I'm ready to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it poppin' like a flat

Light the match to ignite the wrath
Got knives to slash and slice hermaphrodites in half
Piper Chapmans might just have to picket me
Like a scab

Hard to describe in fact
Startling violent perhaps
And you aren't really surprised at that

But as far as these lines I rap
And these bars, wouldn't dial it back if I star 69ed the track

Why am I such a dick?

About “Campaign Speech”

Eminem’s “Campaign Speech,” much like his last freestyle leading up to an album, is a verbal onslaught with dense wordplay and rhyme schemes devoid of reverence for anyone famous or infamous. From Dylann Roof to Trayvon Martin, Donald Trump to Edward Norton, Eminem leaves no one out.

A campaign speech is meant to express what you stand for and believe in when running for a position of power. The song fittingly dropped the day of the third presidential debate, 19 days before the 2016 election.

The seven and just over half minute freestyle was released on October 19, 2016 on Shade45’s Sway in The Morning.

  • Has Eminem said anything about the song?


    Don’t worry I’m working on an album! Here’s something meanwhile.

  • How many real people does Eminem name-drop on "Campaign Speech"?

    A whopping total of 22, including actors Dustin Hoffman and Catherine Bach, athletes Colin Kaepernick and Prince Fielder, fellow musicians Robin Thicke and the late Prince, and 2016 presidential candidate Donald Trump. He even mentions late 19th to early 20th century novelist Agatha Christie.

  • What have the collaborators said about this song?

    Mark Batson, who is credited as a musician for “Campaign Speech” spoke about the song in a Facebook post:

    Marshal Mathers locked in a padded with room with the psychedelic, psychiatric radical keyboards and drums of Mark Batson, Denaun Porter and Emile Haynie!!!

  • When was Eminem's last solo release?

    On October 31, 2015, Eminem released a shorter freestyle entitled “Devil’s Night Intro.” The song was added to D12’s comeback mixtape, The Devil’s Night Mixtape, a day after its release.

  • How many words are in this freestyle? Is it close to "Rap God"?

    “Campaign Speech” features an astounding 1,495 words in 7 minutes, 43 seconds, averaging 3.22 words per second.

    The Guinness World Record for “Most Words In A Hit Song” (also set by Eminem on “Rap God”) features 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 1 second, averaging 4.32 words per second.

  • Does Eminem often drop a freestyle before an album?

    Eminem has dropped freestyles leading up to the Southpaw Soundtrack, ShadyXV, The Marshall Mathers LP 2, Recovery and Relapse.

  • Is “Campaign Speech” a freestyle?

    On Shade 45’s Sway In The Morning, Eminem stated that “Campaign Speech” is a freestyle.

  • How can this be a freestyle?

    Nowadays we also call “freestyle” written lyrics that are not meant to become a full song.

    For example this freestyle featuring Biggie and Pac, is not a freestyle off the top of the head, it’s written lyrics that have not been used in any song. Their verses were actually re-recorded later to be included in the songs Come On and Nothing To Lose.

    Structurally, “Campaign Speech” is too disjointed and doesn’t have any concrete verses, which is what also makes it qualify as a freestyle.

"Campaign Speech" Track Info