Guess who? (Guess who?)
D'you miss me? (D'you miss me?)
Jessica Simpson, sing the 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 can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid, if you 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 a 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 two, you're practically a ten
I know you want me, girl, in fact, I see you grin, now come in, girl
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 can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
The enforcer, looking for more women to torture
Walk up to the cutest girl and charley-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 two 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 middleman
Forget him, or you're 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
And 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's
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 can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
And that's why
My love, you'll never live without
I know you want me, girl
'Cause I can see you're 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
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 with your gal, but
Jessica Alba put her breasts on my mouth bruh
Wowzers, I just made a mess in 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 shrieked his outfit
I think he's 'bout to flip, Jessica
Rest assured Superman's here to rescue ya
Can you blame me? You're my Amy, I'm your Blake
Matter of fact, bake me a birthday cake
With a saw blade in it to make my jailbreak
Baby, I think you just met your soulmate, now break it down, girl
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 can really blame you? (Who can 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
Ha-ha, wooh!
Dr. Dre
Two thousand and twenty
Yeah
About This Song
"We Made You" is a satirical celebrity takedown that exposes the toxic symbiosis between fame-obsessed culture and the media machine that creates and destroys stars. The song targets pop culture figures like Jessica Simpson, Kim Kardashian, and Sarah Palin, but its real critique goes deeper-examining how society simultaneously elevates celebrities to godlike status while secretly relishing their eventual downfall. Eminem positions himself as both perpetrator and victim of this cycle, acknowledging his role in the celebrity gossip mill while also being consumed by it. The track's bouncy, pop-influenced production deliberately mirrors the superficial entertainment it's mocking, creating an ironic contrast with the darker themes beneath. Lyrically, the song oscillates between crude humor and genuine insight about fame's psychological toll, suggesting that celebrities are manufactured products rather than authentic individuals. The chorus sung in Jessica Simpson's style becomes particularly cutting, as it implies that stars are merely puppets dancing to public demand. Released during Eminem's comeback after a hiatus, the song served as both his reentry into pop culture discourse and a meta-commentary on his own relationship with fame. It resonated with listeners who recognized the uncomfortable truth about their own complicity in celebrity culture, while also delivering the irreverent humor and controversy that Eminem's fans expected.
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