I love Eminem. One of my close friends and I, both as fat as Friday, used go beserk on the dancefloor, everytime Slim Shady played.
But the question is, what do you do when you’ve grown up? When all the angst has been sucked dry by years of platinum-selling, Grammy award-winning, aggressive rap lyrics?
What does the Slim Shady rap about five years on… when the drugs are gone, the guns are slient, the ghosts of the past laid to rest.
As Eminem threatens to sweep the Grammys the real test is the evolution of Marshal Mathers from here.
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