Intro: 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 wasnt
It beez.. the brothers representin the dirty dozen
I be the f-r-o the double g *coughing in background*
And check out the man he goes by the name of er...
Verse one: eminem
Slim shady, brain dead like jim brady
Im a m80, you lil like that kim lady
Im buzzin, dirty dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than marty schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You aint gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open
Im doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then
My name is marshall mathers, Im an alcoholic (hi marshall)
I have a disease and they dont know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause Im comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, Im comin out swingin, so fast itll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out like mike tyson
The +proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the deshaun holton
Ill slit your motherfuckin throat worse than ron goldman
Chorus:
So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin _fuck the world_ like tupac
I just dont give a fuuuuuck!!
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin
Tellin your boys that Im on crack
I just dont give a fuuuuuck!!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just dont give a fuuuuuck!!
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gon get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just dont give a fuuuuuck!!
Verse two: eminem
Im nicer than pete, but Im on a serch to crush a miilkbone
Im everlast-ing, I melt vanilla ice like silicone
Im ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
Im colder than snow season when its twenty below freezin
Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
Ill diss your magazine and still wont get a weak review
Ill 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 (bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion
Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
With more holes than an afghan
Chorus
Verse three: eminem
Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
Im a caged demon, on stage screamin like rage against the machine
Im convinced Im a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin
Clinically brain dead, I dont need a second opinion
Fuck droppin the jewel, Im flippin the sacred treasure
Ill bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher
I cant take the pressure, Im sick of bitches
Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while Im washin dishes
In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to jim beam, thats when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the womens swim team
Dont take me for a joke Im no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
Im goin up over the curb, drivin on the median
Finally made it home, but I dont got the key to get in
Chorus
Outro: eminem
Hey, fuck that!
Outsidaz..
Pace one..
Young zee..
