Intro by Frogg
Whoah! A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
and like, back and forth because ah
this is. what you thought it wasn't.
It beez. the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the FAnd check out the man he goes by the name of er.
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer.
I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady.
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
You ain't go' sell two copies if you press a double album.
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then,
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin
The Proof is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman So when you see me on your block with two glocks
I just don't give a fuck!
Screamin "Fuck the World" like Tupac
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin
tellin your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don't give a fuck! I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a Milkbone
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm Everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin
Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (ByeExtortion, snortin, supportin abortion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Pathological liar, blowin shit outta proportion
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
Half animal, half man
With more holes than an Afghan Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion.
Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes
I'll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher
Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team
Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian
I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median
Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in Hey, fuck that!
(Outro)
Outsidaz.
Pace One.
Young Zee.
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