Eminem – Framed

[Verse 1]
Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too $hort’s "Freaky Tales" (Biatch!)
Having creepy visions of whiskey drinking
And envisioning sneaking into where Christie Brinkley dwells
I know this is risky thinking but I wanna stick her like she’s decals
But when murdering females
Better pay attention to these details or you could be derailed
Better wear at least three layers of clothing or be in jail
If you get scratched because your DNA’ll
Be all up under her fingernails
Man, he hears you, I don’t think he cares
He gives a fuck, even his pinky swears
Three personalities burstin’ out of me, please beware
Her TV blares, can’t hear the creaking stairs
She’s unaware in no underwear, she’s completely bare
Turns around and screams, I remember distinctly
I said "I’m here to do sink repairs."
Chop her up, put her body parts
In front of Steven Avery’s trailer and leave ’em there

[Chorus]
But hey man, I was framed
I know what this looks like, officers
Please just give me one minute
I think I can explain
I ain’t murdered nobody
I know these words are so nutty
But I’m just here to entertain
How come your shirt is so bloody?
There’s a missing person, so what? He’s
Got nothin’ to do with me
I’m almost certain I was framed

[Verse 2]
Woke up, it was dawn, musta knew somethin’ was wrong
Think I’m becomin’ a monster ’cause of the drugs that I’m on
Donald Duck’s on, there’s a Tonka Truck in the yard
But dog, how the fuck is Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my car?
Gotta get to the bottom of it to try to solve it
Must go above and beyond, ’cause it’s incumbent upon me
Plus I feel somewhat responsible for the dumb little blonde
Girl, that motherfuckin’ baton twirler that got dumped in the pond
Second murder with no recollection of it
Collectin’ newspaper articles, cuttin’ out sections from it
Memory’s too fucked to remember, destructive temper
Cut my public defender’s jugular then stuck him up in a blender
Another dismembered toddler discovered this winter probably
‘Cause the disassembled body
Was covered up in the snow since the month of November oddly
I’m wanted for questioning
Them son of a bitches probably just wanna pin this on me

[Chorus]
But hey man, I was framed
I know what this looks like, officers
Please just give me one minute
I think I can explain
I ain’t murdered nobody
I know these words are so nutty
But I’m just here to entertain
How come your shirt is so bloody?
There’s a missing person, so what? He’s
Got nothin’ to do with me
I’m almost certain I was framed

[Verse 3]
Still on the loose, they
Spotted me inside McDonald’s Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin’ like your college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby Boucher
Or was it Cool J? The cops is on a goose chase
Just escaped from the state pen
For [edited] eight women who hate men
Don’t make it no weirder, I’m naked
When I break in your basement
Under your baby’s play pen, I lay in, wait adjacent
Facin’ the door, remainin’ patient while stayin’ complacent
Blatant sexual implications are continuin’ to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in little riddles and poems
Left on your pillow in hopes, that when you get home
You’ll get the hint, ho: I’m in your window
But it never occurred to me I could describe a murder scene
In a verse and be charged with first degree
‘Cause it just happened to match up perfectly
With the massacre or the Burger King burglary
No, officer, you see …

[Chorus]
I was framed
I know what this looks like, officers
Please just give me one minute
I think I can explain
I ain’t murdered nobody
I know these words are so nutty
But I’m just here to entertain
How come your shirt is so bloody?
There’s a missing person, so what? He’s
Got nothin’ to do with me
I’m almost certain I was framed

Our 1998 Interview With 16-Year-Old Ivanka Trump Is an Eerie Look Into Our Gilded, Rotten Reality

Before the uncooperative Democratic legislators, the snooping special counsels, the fights with her father over whether an alleged child molester is an appropriate candidate to support in a senate race, Ivanka Trump’s most formidable enemies were catty fashion editors. Spin interviewed the first-daughter-to-be in 1998, back when she was a humble 16-year-old model, with the sorts of concerns you’d expect from a teenager of her milieu: whether to charge her lasagna lunch at Trump Tower to the family account, the rumors on campus at her prep school that she was chauffeured from class to class in a private limo, etc. At the time, she was grinding away in the celebrity division of Elite Model Management, sitting for Elle editorials and walking the runway for Betsey Johnson.

Even before Ivanka’s association with something so painfully gauche as white nationalist cryptofascism, the gatekeepers of the fashion world were reluctant to allow her into the club. One magazine editor was granted anonymity for the sole purpose of talking shit about her. If the fashion industry had a list of cardinal sins, “trying really hard” and “cool if you’re in Miami” would surely be among them:

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“If it wasn’t for her dad, she would at best be a B-model trying really hard to get work in Miami,” says an editor at one of the major fashion magazines, “and even then she’d have trouble, because contrary to popular belief, there is such a thing as a good model and bad model. Ivanka seems unable to show any emotion when modeling. She has a great body, but she doesn’t know how to use it.”

For all its casual pettiness, the article is most notable for the eerie ways in which it presages our current moment. Writer Kim France ticks off details from observations that would eventually become inescapable parts of the texture of American life: the Trump family’s unrepentant gaudiness, the buildings emblazoned with the future president’s name, the “chrome and glass and flower arrangements” of the Trump Tower lobby. The piece calls out Ivanka’s “surprising self awareness of the absurdity of being a Trump,” or appearance thereof—a dynamic she has continued to exploit two decades later, using her status as the family’s only credibly cosmopolitan member in an attempt to sell the idea that her father’s policies might be good for women and minorities.

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There’s also a sense that permeates the writing, of the unstoppable power of stardom and a little family money to elevate people into positions for which they are grossly unqualified. Without saying it outright, the piece conveys the idea that the young Ivanka Trump has no business being a model, and attained whatever small measure of success she found only on the strength of her father’s name. Her father, of course, has similarly little business being president. But being a Trump opens doors in America. “I think she’ll be a big model because right now is a big time for celebrities and personalities, and the Trump name is bigger than ever,” another industry insider gushes at one point in the piece. If only they could see us now.

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Read the full 1998 interview here.

Eminem – Framed Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too $hort’s
“Freaky Tales” (Biatch!)
Having creepy visions of whiskey drinking
Envisioning sneaking into where Christie Brinkley dwells
I know this is risky thinking but I wanna stick her like she decals
But when murdering females better pay attention to these details
Or you could be derailed, better wear atleast three layers
Of clothing or be in jail
If you get scratched because your DNA’ll
Be all up under her fingernails
Man he hears you I don’t think he cares
He gives a fuck even his pinky swears
Three personalities burstin’ out of me, please, beware
Her TV blares, can’t hear the creaking stairs
She’s all aware in no underwear she’s completely bare
Turns around and screams I remember distinctly
I said “I’m here to do sink repairs.”
Chop her up put her body parts in front of Steven Avery’s trailer
And leave ’em there

[Chorus]
But hey man I was framed
I know what this looks like officers please just give me one minute
I think I can explain
I ain’t murder nobody I know these words are so nutty
But I’m just here to entertain
How come your shirt is so bloody?
There’s a missing person, so what he’s got nothing to do with me
I’m almost certain I was framed

[Verse 2]
Woke up it was dawn, must a knew something was wrong
Think I’m becoming a monster ’cause of the drugs that I’m on
Donald Duck’s on as the Tonka Truck in the yard
But dog how the fuck is Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my car
Gotta get to the bottom of it to try to solve it
Must go above and beyond, ’cause it’s incumbent upon
Me, ’cause I feel somewhat responsible for the dumb little blonde girl
That motherfuckin’ baton twirler that got dumped in the pond
Second murder with no recollection of it
Collecting newspaper articles, cutting up sections from it
Memory is too fucked to remember destructive temper cut my public defender’s jugular
Then stuck him up in the blender
Another dismembered toddler
Discovered this winter probably
‘Cause the disassembled body
Was covered up in the snow since the month of November oddly
I’m going in for questioning
Them son of a bitches probably just wanna pin this on me

[Chorus]
But hey man I was framed
I know what this looks like officers please just give me one minute
I think I can explain
I murdered nobody I know these words are so nutty
But I’m just here to entertain
How come your shirt is so bloody?
There’s a missing person, so what he’s got nothing to do with me
I’m almost certain I was framed

[Verse 3]
Still on the loose they
Spotted me inside McDonald’s, Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap looking like your college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby Boucher
Or was it Cool J the cops is on a goose chase
Just escaped from the state pen for raping eight women who hate men
Don’t make it no weirder I’m naked when I break in your basement
Under your babies play pen I lay and wait adjacent facing the door remaining patient
While staying complacent blatant
Sexual implications are continuing to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in little riddles and poems
Left on your pillow in hopes that when you get home
You’ll get the hint ho, I’m in your window
But it never occurred to me I could describe a murder scene
In a verse and be charged with first degree
Cause it just happened to match up perfectly
With the massacre or the Burger King burglary
No officer you see I was framed

[Chorus]
I know what this looks like officers please just give me one minute
I think I explain
I murdered nobody I know these words are so nutty
But I’m just here to entertain
How come your shirt is so bloody?
There’s a misssing person, so what he’s got nothing to do with me
I’m almost certain I was framed