Peak
36
Weeks
2
Score
244
Chart Year
2020
The word "unaccommodating" can be defined as someone who is not compliant. During his two verses, Eminem lives up to the title by being his most belligerent and politically incorrect. He compares his wildly destructive behavior to terrorists such as Osama Bin Laden and serial killers like John Wayne Gacy. Slim Shady's message to his critics: this is what he does and he's not going away anytime soon. Eminem ends his first verse with a controversial reference to the Manchester Arena attack in 2017. I'm contemplating yelling 'Bombs away' on the game Like I'm outside of an Ariana Grande concert waiting On May 22, 2017, a suicide bomber detonated an explosive device, killing 22 people who were leaving an Ariana Grande concert in Manchester. Eminem is comparing the impact of his music on the industry, to the destruction created by the bomber. Grande has received treatment for post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), and her fans immediately condemned the lyric on social media, getting the hashtag #EminemIsOverParty trending. Eminem's renowned form for offensive lyrics includes a previous reference to the Manchester Arena attack on his 2018 acapella freestyle "Kick Off." Squashed in-between a brainwashing machine Like an Islamic regime, a jihadist extreme radical Suicide bomber that's seeing Ariana Grande sing her last song of the evening And as the audience from the damn concert is leaving Detonates the device strapped to his abdominal region Eminem enlists queer female hip-hop star Young M.A. to rap the first verse. The Brooklyn MC's rhymes are standard braggadocio fare about her come-up and hard work.
Oh, this what we doin'? Alright (M.A.) I like a bitch that like to wobble, wobble Shake it, shake it, break it, break it Nigga, we made it, made it, they hate it, hate it Pro professional, pure persistent, I'm paper chasing I hate complaining, I hated waiting, I'll pay for patience But I hate to pay a bill (hate that) And I made a mil' without a major deal (I made that) Yeah, her ass fake, but she came for real (she came, uh) Money ain't a thing, that ain't a thing for real That's the broke lingo (huh) And no, ain't nothing Saweetie, this is no Quavo (Migo) Man, I just get high, let my hoes lay low (ooh) I just want some face but this is no facial (ooh) Do right and kill er'body, Drake mode (hello) Bitch, I'm tryna eat out, take your plate mode (hello) Disrespect your life and I'm in gang mode (grrr) You can leave this earth, bitch, I'm in rake mode (huh) I'm in cake mode (huh), I'm in brave mode, uh What up Marshall? I'm a martian, I'm in Wayne mode (facts) Neck wet, big drip, I'm in rain mode (drip, drip, drip) Eight niggas, eight hittas, take eight souls (brrr) Collect pesos (huh), and I'm paid, so? (Paid) Self-made goals (hey) When the pain leaves (huh) Where does the pain go? (Where?) Tip of the Backwood is where the flame goes (there) To the sky is where my brain goes (wow) Same pack, same fiend, sellin' the same clothes (wow) Pinocchio and my pistol, they got the same nose Me and my niggas gotta eat, we share the same stove (what?) Case closed, bodies in my lane, bitch, lane closed Game over, Thanos on you H-Os On my petty shit but I don't paint toes (yeah) Get the plunger (plunger) 'cause Marshall and M.A go plum crazy Call us liquid plumber, 'cause even Dre know (Dre know) Beat knocks like a beefed up Detox You're gonna need three SWATs Or police officers at least to pull me off of it And I don't stop Please dawg, I need y'all to keep talking shit 'Cause I feed off of it I am the complete opposite of these retards Who spit these weak bars, I'ma leave carnage Each thought'll be so toxic It'll block the wind through your esophagus Stop it, cutting off your oxygen And I hit them pads like a boxing gym Better watch for Slim Better get to popping and when I'm at the top again I won't topple and I'm giving it to anyone Who wanna come and get it and I'm not gonna stop But when they ask me Is the war finished with MGK? Of course it is I cleansed him of his mortal sins I'm God and the Lord forgives Even the devil worshippers I'm moving on but you know your scruples are gone When you're born with Lucifer's horns And you're from the school of Notorious, Puba, Cube And The Poor Righteous Teachers tutored my students Showed them all the blueprint and formula But it seems like the more they studied my music The more they remind me of eyeballs I'm watching my pupils get cornier (uh) But I'm contemplating yelling, "bombs away," on the game Like I'm outside of an Ariana Grande concert waiting Here comes Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini Where's Osama been? I been laden lately Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away They wanna JonBenet me (fuck you), I'm unaccommodating Man, I don't see why they hate me I'm a clown like John Wayne Gacy They call me Kanye crazy "APESHIT," Beyonce, Jay-Z And I'm back with Andre, baby And the doctor's operating But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop, K.Dot to Shady Shady like a shadow or your silhouette, intellect I better check to see why you feel upset 'Cause I met your bitch on the internet Now I'm getting head like a Pillow Pet That bimbo Kim put her lips All the way around this bone and then blow Like a dusty cartridge from an old Nintendo Those were the days but I bet you I'm never gonna be broke again, no I don't smoke but I got paper, to be blunt, I'm rolling Indo And I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero, zero Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill Nickel-plated, twenty two, two, two Bitch, shut the fuck up 'fore I shoot you too Ain't shit I won't do just to get a few YouTube views Run up in a church like pew, pew, pew 'Cause that's what I do, do, do But, even to the untrained human eye We ain't the same, you and I Somebody should have explained to you why For you to go against me, it's simply insane, you will die (yeah) That's why they call me Kamikaze, it's plain suicide, yeah But I know magic and here go my last trick I'm 'bout to say "Abracadabra" and pull a B Rabbit up out of my hat I'm about to relapse and I betcha that you won't know how to react But a look of disgust, I don't doubt it'd be that As I begin to fuckin' devour the track And you backpedal that as a cowardly act Like a Saudi attack when the towers collapse Here comes Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini Where's Osama been? I been laden lately Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away They wanna JonBenet me (fuck you), I'm unaccommodating
| Week | Chart Date | Position | Points |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Feb 1, 2020 | 36 | 90 |
| 2 | Feb 8, 2020 | 97 | 29 |