Yo. yo! (* Eminem hachs up *) Mic check. (My dick!) Testing. one, two (* Eminem on mic *) Ffff-fuck. (My dick!) My nuts.
My is worse than NWA's was I'll battle you stupid shit and diss people who ain't have shit to do it, like Cool J does (My tattoo!) You see me outside of your buildin; screamin, "Puffy is good, (HEY!) but Shady is for the children!" (WAIT!) I look at my in a new light -- fuck it Give me two I write songs for me -- fuck what you like You're probably hear me rap half-hearted; cause I don't rap anyway I'm just tryin to get my porno started Every place and event. +Been There, That+ Shit, Dre stuck me in a suitcase he went (* zipper *) "Come on, let's go!" Want a deal? these 5 chapters One: Throw demos as hard as you can at signed rappers Lesson Face em and diss em (whattup dog?) Don't give em a demo; kidnap em (I want you to with me) and make em come to basement and listen (you're gonna check this out) Lesson Three: Get a job at a label; switch with Canibus and put on the owner's table (here listen!) Lesson Four: 'Know you heard before' "Hey let me get number; I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!" Don't act 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 Dress up like I.C.P. and them come see you perform live And that's the key, but when you see me on the street; I givin you shit - don't even bother askin me (get away from me) Toilet splashes me right in the ass when I'm spittin cause I'm always shittin when I'm like Master P (UNNNGGGGH!) Got a blowjob from Paula Jones, and 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 girls SEE-YA Cause Brandy and Monica in and caught me fuckin Aaliyah (What? Oh my God!) I splish splash while I'm a bath Grab a handful of pills, em in half, take em and laugh White trash -- fuckin your in the ass ("Oh! Ooh Shady! Oooh!") While you're out 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 just be sayin to Get You Mad And I rap about a buncha shit you wished you had [A big dick!] You know I be sayin that to Get You Mad "I listen to that song, that shit's too sad!" You know I just be that to Get You Mad "He'll never it, his wrist is slit too bad!" [Nurse! Nurse!] You I just be sayin that to Get You Mad
What a wonderful I should go outside and play Ain't no to sit inside the house and hibernate Hi Renee! (Oh hi!) I was about to toss a live grenade in your driveway (WHAT?) and away (* car peels out *) Are you of a blade made of a razor with AIDS Blood from it, rippin your stomach like a paper mache You talk a shit, but you was never ill though I'm sick enough to beat you to death with a feather Tipped over some cows, just for a and a laugh (MOOOOO!) Jumped up, a giraffe, snapped his neck and broke it in half Wagin wars, went on stage and sprayed with +Agent Orange+ And wiped my ass with his in Source (Here!) The demon is here, steamin year I rip [*Mystikal's*] out, scream in his ear (AHHHHHH!) not a gimmick bitch, it's an image I live it Give a fuck? I don't know what a is to give it "Yeah I don't think guy is well." I'm high as hell I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm him by his tail
[* Method Man *] I'll fuckin, I'll Lay your on the dresser your nutsack by itself And bang them shits with a bat Cut your neck off and sew head right back And you like that
You just the prick who just mixed liquor Who's itchin to you disfigured and stiffer than Chris-topher Reeves, I was teething with strep while your was breastfeeding And gave her the disease I'm iller than takin a hammer and your knees and through South Central L.A., bleedin in jeans (Am I a Blood or a Crip?) up the next day in breathin machines Flashin 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 self-esteem and you get dissed too bad You I just be sayin that to Get You Mad And I rap about a fat bitch that you wished you had You know I just be that to Get You Mad "I can't listen to that song, shit's too sad" You I just be sayin that to Get You Mad "He'll never it, his wrist is slit too bad" You know I just be sayin to Get You Mad
I know that you real mad, don't it? (uh-huh) That's right, Slim (yup) Sway & Tech wreck (bitch) And we give a heck (uh-uh) or a damn. or a fuck. or a So suck my motherfuckin