Eminem May Not Be A Trumpanzee Supporter

This afternoon, NPR had a special guest: Eminem. NPR isn't a rap station but Eminem's new album, Revival, is socially significant enough for NPR to just just interview him but to promote the interview all day Friday. They knew it would be a big deal, even beyond the (mostly) good music reviews. It should be no surprise that Em is no fan of Señor Trumpanzee-- but if it is... it won't be any longer, not after this album. There's even a fantasy, "Framed," about Ivanka in the trunk of his car, referring to her as "the dumb little blonde girl that motherfuckin’ baton twirler that got dumped in the pond."

Here's a verse from "Like Home," which Alicia Keys joins him on:

Someone get this Aryan a sheet
Time to bury him, so tell him to prepare to get impeached
Everybody on your feet

This is where terrorism and heroism meets, square off in the streets
This chump barely even sleeps
All he does is watch Fox News like a parrot and repeats

While he looks like a canary with a beak
Why you think he banned transgenders from the military with a tweet?
He's tryin' to divide us
The shit's like a cult, but like Johnny he'll only unite us
'Cause nothin' inside drives us like this fight does
Similar to when two cars collide 'cause
Our spirit's crushed, and this spot's a tight one
But here the jaws of life come

To pull us from the wreckage that's what we get pride from
When we can't wear stars and stripes 'cause
'Cause this type of pickle we're in is hard to deal
But there's always tomorrow still

If we start from the scratch like a scab, get the scars to heal

 And band together for Charolettesville

And for Heather, fallen heroes, fill this wall with murals

Nevada get up, hit the damn resetter

Let's start from zero, this is our renewal

Spray tan, get ride of, get a brand new, better

America, and here's to where we're from

OK, ok, one more verse... but that's it:

Didn't wanna piss your base off, did ya?
Can't denounce the Klan, 'cause they play golf with ya
You stay on Twitter, way to get your hate off

Nazi, I do not see a way y'all differ
And all you got are race cards

Better get the swastika with your name carved in it

Should be your trademark, 'cause hate's all you played off

And you just lick the plate off

So I guess it pays to feed off of chaos

So basically, you're Adolf Hitler!
But you ain't ruinin' our country, punk

Or takin' our pride from us, you won't define us

'Cause like a dictionary, things are lookin' up
So much, got a sprained neck, know we would rise up

Against this train wreck and take a stand
Even if it mean sittin' when they raise the flag
This ain't the Star Spangled Banner
This man just praised a statue of General Lee

'Cause he generally hates the black people, degrades hispanics
Take it back to the Shady national convention
Wish I woulda spit on it before I went

 To shake his hand at the event
Or maybe had the wherewithal
To know that he was gonna try to tear apart
Our sacred land we cherish and stand for
So, hands in the air, let's hear it for
The start of a brand new America
Without him, and be proud of where we're from
And here's to where we're from