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[Intro: Frogg] |
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Whoa! |
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A get your hands in the air, and get to clapping 'em |
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And like, back and forth because ah |
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This is what you thought it wasn't |
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It beez the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen |
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I be the F-R-O the double G |
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[coughing in background] |
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And check out the man he goes by the name of er... |
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[Verse One: Eminem] |
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Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady |
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I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady |
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I'm buzzing, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer |
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Cursing at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer |
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You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from |
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You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album |
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Admit it, fuck it, while we coming out in the open |
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I'm doing acid, crack, smack, coke and smoking dope then |
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My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall) |
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I have a disease and they don't know what to call it |
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Better hide your wallet 'cause I'm coming up quick to strip your cash |
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Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass |
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Bitch, I'm coming out swinging, so fast it'll make your eyes spin |
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You getting knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson |
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The +Proof+ is in the pudding, just ask the Deshaun Holton |
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I'll slit your motherfucking throat worse than Ron Goldman |
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[Chorus:] |
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So when you see me on your block with two glocks |
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Screaming "Fuck the World" like Tupac |
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I just don't give a fuck! |
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Talking that shit behind my back, dirty mackin |
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Telling your boys that I'm on crack |
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I just don't give a fuck! |
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So put my tape back on the rack |
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Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack |
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I just don't give a fuck! |
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But see me on the street and duck |
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'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned and snuffed |
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'Cause I just don't give a fuck! |
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[Verse Two: Eminem] |
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I'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Search to crush a Milkbone |
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I'm everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone |
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I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason |
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I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezing |
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Flavor with no seasoning, this is the sneak preview |
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I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review |
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I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals |
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This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols |
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But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles |
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Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!) |
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Extortion, snorting, supporting abortion |
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Pathological liar, blowing shit out of proportion |
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The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic |
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Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict |
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Half animal, half man |
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Dumping your dead body inside of a fucking trash can |
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With more holes than an Afghan |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Three: Eminem] |
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Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!) |
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I'm a caged demon, on stage screaming like Rage Against The Machine |
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I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shooting up while this record is spinning |
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Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion |
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Fuck dropping the jewel, I'm flipping the sacred treasure |
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I'll bite your motherfucking style, just to make it fresher |
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I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches |
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Sick of nagging bosses bitching while I'm washing dishes |
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In school I never said much, too busy having a headrush |
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Doing too much rush had my face flushed like red blush |
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Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed |
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Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team |
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Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian |
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Too many mental problems got me snorting coke and smoking weed again |
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I'm going up over the curb, driving on the median |
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Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in |
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[Chorus] |
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[Outro: Eminem] |
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Shit, fuck everything... |
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Outsiders, Pace One, Young Zee. |
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Fuck the entire world... |
