Yo. yo! (* hachs up spit *) Mic check. (My dick!) Testing. one, two (* Eminem on mic *) Ffff-fuck. (My dick!) My nuts.
My attitude is worse than was battle you over stupid shit and diss people who ain't have shit to do with it, like Cool J (My tattoo!) You see me standin of your buildin; screamin, "Puffy is good, (HEY!) but Shady is for the children!" (WAIT!) I look at my life in a new light -- it Give me two mics; I write for me -- fuck what you like You're probably hear me rap half-hearted; cause I don't like rap I'm just tryin to get my porno started Every and event. +Been There, Done That+ Shit, Dre stuck me in a suitcase when he (* sound *) "Come on, let's go!" Want a deal? Study these 5 Lesson One: Throw demos as hard as you can at signed Lesson Two: Face em and em (whattup dog?) Don't give em a demo; kidnap em (I you to come with me) and em come to your basement and listen (you're gonna fuckin check out) Lesson Get a job at a label; switch demos with Canibus and put yours on the table (here listen!) Lesson Four: 'Know you heard this "Hey let me get number; I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!" Don't act like a fan -- you get signed? Get the A&R you can find him aside and rap as wack as you can Lesson Five: Get a hook-up at Dress up I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live And that's the key, but when you see me on the I ain't you shit bitch - don't even bother askin me (get away from me) Toilet water me right in the ass when I'm spittin cause I'm always shittin when I'm like Master P (UNNNGGGGH!) Got a from Paula Jones, and stuffed it so far in her mouth my balls broke both of her (OWW!) Told Mya this shit was all about me-ah ("It's all me.") Gave Milano syphillis, mono and gonorrhea ("You're a dick!") And all three of my girls said SEE-YA Brandy and Monica walked in and caught me fuckin Aaliyah (What? Oh my God!) I splish splash I'm takin a bath Grab a handful of pills, break em in half, em and laugh White trash -- fuckin wife in the ass ("Oh! Ooh Shady! Oooh!") While you're out siphoning gas for your lawnmower to cut the
So if I hurt self-esteem and you get dissed too bad [Yo why you diss You know I just be that to Get You Mad And I rap about a buncha shit you wished you had [A big dick!] You I just be sayin that to Get You Mad "I can't to that song, that shit's too sad!" You I just be sayin that to Get You Mad "He'll never make it, his is slit too bad!" [Nurse! Nurse!] You know I just be sayin to Get You Mad
What a wonderful day; I go outside and play Ain't no to sit inside the house and hibernate Hi Renee! (Oh hi!) I was just about to toss a live in driveway (WHAT?) and drive away (* car peels out *) Are you afraid of a made of a razor with AIDS Blood drippin from it, rippin your stomach a paper mache You talk a lotta shit, but you was ill though I'm sick enough to you to death with a feather pillow over some cows, just for a joke and a laugh (MOOOOO!) Jumped up, choked a giraffe, snapped his neck and it in half Wagin wars, on stage and sprayed Cage with +Agent Orange+ And wiped my ass with his page in (Here!) The demon is here, steamin this I rip [*Mystikal's*] out, scream in his ear (AHHHHHH!) It's not a bitch, it's an image I live it Give a fuck? I don't know a fuck is to give it "Yeah I don't this guy is well." I'm high as hell beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail
[* impersonating Man *] I'll fuckin, fuckin Lay your on the dresser Just your nutsack by And bang shits with a spiked bat Cut your neck off and sew your right back And you like that
You just the prick who just mixed liquor Who's itchin to leave you disfigured and than Chris-topher Reeves, I was teething with strep while your mother was And gave her the disease I'm iller than takin a hammer and your knees and walkin through South Central L.A., bleedin in (Am I a Blood or a Crip?) Wakin up the next day in machines back to being shot and repeatin the scenes on how you got smoked, and if you do live You'll be too scared to tell it, a Biggie and 'Pac joke
So if I hurt your and you get dissed too bad You know I just be that to Get You Mad And I rap about a fat bitch that you wished you had You know I be sayin that to Get You Mad "I can't to that song, that shit's too sad" You know I just be that to Get You Mad "He'll make it, his wrist is slit too bad" You know I just be that to Get You Mad
I that makes you real mad, don't it? (uh-huh) That's right, Slim Shady (yup) & Tech Sprayin (bitch) And we don't a heck (uh-uh) or a damn. or a fuck. or a So suck my motherfuckin