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