Marshall! Will you us a bedtime story?
we go...
Now once a time not long ago There was a little rapper about to But his album came and it was not I think it went lead or double wood So the silly little fans they were By a nerdy computer hip-hop head "Me and you, 'Clef, gonna make some cash Grab the paint and let's paint my ass" Hey mister, ya care to bare witness to The ass-whippin' I'm to administer To this ass-kissin' little blister Stanabis, little Mathers' sister And in this corner, we the mister Not it, it's the mad sinister Dr. Evil his bag of tricks for this little faggot dick-suckin' Ex-LL Cool J fan from I'm to murder little Kenny fag Keniff-sta You bastard I wanna have to diss ya Canibis, where the fuck you at? I ya!
Can-i-bitch, oh for art thou Can-i-bitch? Please me what happened with That style that you were rappin' Can-i-bitch, oh Are you Los Angeles New York or a janitor From Canada? Oh
Now at first I ain't really understand the Picture me for a and imagine it Chillin' in the and relaxin' When all a sudden some bullshit comes the scanners Can-i-bitch on some "Stan Lives" shit It creeped me out at first. Man is sick For me, being just a sick, this Gets my dick than arithmetic And I know how you ones envy I shoulda knew better the first few letters you sent me The first two letters you were me shit Like you respect me, any other regular MC The third you ask how come I ain't return None of the messages at Records you left me The letter: "Slim, you really startin' to upset me!" The fifth letter told me you comin' to get me The sixth letter a bomb threat in our building This crazy motherfucker's really to kill me! So I back and read the first few letters that said Some about a message you left Oh shit, not an "E" that's an "A" dude wants to leave me a "massage," he's gay!! Right I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre We got a bogey! (Marshall I'm on the way)
So in two seconds flat Dre's at my The funny is we both know where this kid lives And neither one of us Canadian citizenship Shit. Oh Dre, wait a mintue it All we gotta do is use a bit of boost We can fly over the "Let's go" [WOOSH!] So we're off to and we're gainin' speed [BOOSH!] (What was Oh) Jermaine Dupri Fuck It, keep goin' no time to Wait, backup hit him one more time in Okay .. fuck now he's under the car Oh well, only 30 thousand miles Meanwhile me and Dre are tryin' to tryin' to find a reason for the constant hate And tryin' to figure out what happened to 'Germaine "He couldn't have fell off hard" Ain't no way "What happened to the way you was rappin' when you was That Canibus into a television evangelist" Plus he raps his regular voice [BOOSH! BOOSH!] [BOOSH! BOOSH!] (What was that?) Pet Shop So we pull up to the where he last was spotted His corpse was still movin' but his ass was He kinda a little like Courtney Love I figure if I him with a fork he's done So I stabbed him twice, kept jabbin', He won't die, guy's like a battered wife He's like Kim, he keeps comin' for more But he fight back I cracked his jaw up, 'Bis quit foldin' up! Punch me in the chest! Make my touch! Do somethin'! At least one till the meter reads 9-9-9- ty-nine of my fans are blonde c'mon answer me man respond! Tell me the sun rain moon and stars Intergalatical metaphors Mars! Raw to the floor, raw Reservoir Dogs Bite another from Redman's song! Suddenly the from a dead man's arm From a midget reaches out under the car It's JD, this won't die neither Dre starts him with cans of ether We stomped the bitch and then stopmed the again (Compton!) Detroit bitch! some shit again! him! (switch feet) Stomp him! (switch again!) Dre alright dead dog, quit kickin him! I think jumped off the bridge again (Damn) He disappeared yo he's gone he did it