[Verse 1 — Eminem:] It’s like I'm in this dirt, digging up old hurt Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won’t work All it takes is one song on the radio you’re right back on it Reminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off And left me so burnt, spent a lot of time trying to soul search Maybe I needed to grow up a little first Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt But I am coming for closure Don’t suppose an explanation I’m owed for The way that you turned your back on me Just when I may have needed you most Oh, you thought it was over You could just close the chapter And go about your life, like it was nothing You ruined mine, but you seem to be doing fine Well, I’ve never recovered but tonight I betcha that whatcha 'bout to go through’s tougher than anything I ever have suffered Can’t think of a better way to define poetic justice Can I hold grudges, mind saying: "let it go, fuck this" Heart's saying: "I will once I bury this bitch alive Hide the shovel and then drive off in the sunset"

[Hook — Sarah Jaffe:] I flee the scene like it was my last ride You see right through Oh, you had me pegged the first time You can see the truth But it's easier to justify What's bad is good And I hate to be the bad guy I just hate to be the bad guy

[Verse 2 — Eminem:] And to think I used to think you was the shit, bitch To think it was you at one time I worshipped, shit Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it? Not this time, you better go and get the sewing kit, bitch Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sew (sic), knit wit Thought some time had past and I'd forget it, forget it! You left our family in shambles You expect me to just get over him? Pretend he never existed May be gone, but he's not forgotten And don't think cause he's been out the picture so long That I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya You're wrong and that shit was rotten And the way you played him, same shit you did to me, cold Have you any idea the shit that I've gone through? Feelings I harbor, all this pent-up resentment I hold on to Not once you call to ask me how I'm doing Letters, you don't respond to 'em Fuck it, I'm coming to see you And gee who better to talk to than you? The cause of my problems My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you Poof, then I'm gone, voosh And...

[Hook]

[Verse 3 — Eminem:] I've been driving around your side of this town Like 9 frickin' hours and 45 minutes now Finally I found your new address, park in your drive Feel like I been waiting on this moment all of my life And it's now arrived, and my mouth is fulla' saliva My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of your house See, it's sad it came to this point Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment to come and see ya But I ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need your apology Or your friendship or sympathy, it's revenge that I seek So I sneak vengefully and treat your bedroom window Like I reach my full potential–I peeked Continue to peep, still bent low Keep tapping the glass lightly then start to crescendo Sneak all the way 'round to the back porch Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this You don't plan for intruders beforehand? Surprised to see me? Cat got your tongue? Gag, chloroform rag, dag almost hack-up a lung Like you picked an axe up and swung Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh? Now who's a faggot, you punk? And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back 'cause they suck It's just me, you and the music now, Slim I hope you hear it we're in a car right now Wait, here comes my favorite lyric I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die And hey, here's a sequel to my Mathers LP Just to try to get people to buy Well how's this for publicity stunt? This should be fun Last album now cause after this you'll be officially done Eminem killed by M and M Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your initials I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it Since you're in love with your city so much I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is right here Two more exits, time is quite near I hope we don't get stopped, no license I fear That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea As cops appear in my driver's side mirror (Oh God, police!! Ah!!) Hope foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial plot at least New plan Stan Slim, "chauvinist pig drove in this big, Lincoln town car!" Well gotta go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro it's for you Slim, this is for him and Frank Ocean, hope you can swim good! Now say you hate homos again!

[Outro — Eminem:] I also represent anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you offend I'm the nightmare you fell asleep in and woke up still in I'm your karma closing in with each stroke of a pen Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin Nope, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in When they say all of this is approaching its end But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over again Back's to the wall, I’m stacking up all them odds, toilet's clogged Yeah ‘cause I’m talking a lotta shit but I’m backing it all up But in my head there’s a voice in the back and it hollers After the track is demolished "I am your lack of a conscience" I’m the ringing in your ears I’m the polyps on the back of your tonsils Eating your vocal chords after your concerts I’m your time that’s almost up that you haven’t acknowledged Grab for some water but I’m that pill that’s too jagged to swallow I’m the bullies you hate that you became With every faggot you slaughtered Coming back on you every woman you insult, batter but the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters I represent everything you take for granted ‘Cause Marshall Mathers the rapper’s persona’s half a façade and Matthew and Stan just symbolic of you not knowing what you had 'til it’s gone ‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more fans that are calling your name Cameras are off, sad but it happens to all of them, I'm the hindsight to say, “I told you so!” Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow I'm the future that's here to show you what happens tomorrow If you don’t stop after they call you Biggest laughing stock of rap who can’t call it quits When it’s time to walk away I’m every guilt trip the baggage you have But as you gather up all your possessions If there's anything you have left to say Unless it makes an impact then don't bother So before you rest your case Better make sure you're packing a wallop So one last time, I’m back Before it fades into black and it’s all over Behold the final chapter in the saga Trying to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle Twice, the magic that started it all Tragic portrait of an artist tortured Trapped in his own drawings Tap into thoughts Blacker and darker than anything imaginable Here goes a wild stab in the dark As we pick up where the last Mathers’ left off

(Skit) (don't kill me) [shot] Thank you! [Eminem running] Go, go, go (what the f..uck?) What the fuck are you doing? Mothafucker bail on me? Fuck you! [car stop working] Aw, you gotta be fucking kidding me... Are you fucking kidding me? Shit! Get off [shot the dog] (haha) [wheezing] The parking lot Shit, ah! (Let me see your hands, prank's over) Fuck it! [Shoots himself]

[Verse 1:] (What's your name?) Marshall (Who's your daddy?) I don't have one My mother reproduced like the Komodo Dragon And had me on the back of a motorcycle Then crashed in the side of locomotive with rap, I'm loco It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum About to explode all over the canvas Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm (Your music usually has them) (But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't) (Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan) A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on, (oh..) Its on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small (It says) Ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to DIE HARD So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card Hip hop ain't dying on my watch

[Hook:] But sometimes, when I’m sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams Is she taken? Is she mine? Don’t got, I don’t care, don’t have two shits to give Let me take you by the hand, to promise land, and threaten everyone 'Cause there’s no rhyme or no reason for nothing

[Bridge:] Nah, (What's your name?) Marshall (Who’s your daddy?) I don’t know him, but I wonder (Is he rich like me?) Ha ha (Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?) NO

[Verse 2:] If he had, he wouldn’t have ended up in these rhymes on my pad I wouldn’t be so mad, my attitude wouldn’t be so bad, yeah, dad I'm the epitome and the prime example of what happens When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and Makes you want to get up and start dancing Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, to be rapping Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I’m in the style department With a pile in my cart, ripping the aisle apart With great power comes absolutely no responsibility, for content Completely, despondent, and condescending The king of nonsense and controversy is on a Beat killing spree, your honor, I must plead Guilty, 'cause I sparked a revolution Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap To take it to the next level, boost it But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it (Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It belongs to me? 'Cause I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep? But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch 'Cause it's the…

[Hook] It's the time of the season, when hate runs high And this time I won't give it to you easy When I take back what's mine, with pleasured hands And torture everyone, that is my plan, my job here isn't done 'Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

[Bridge:] (Whats your name?) Shady (Who’s your daddy?) I don’t give a fuck, but I wonder (Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha (Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)

[Verse 3:] So yeah dad let's walk Let's have us a father and son talk But I bet we wouldn't probably get one block Without me knocking your block off This is all your fault Maybe that's why I'm so bananas I appeal to all those walks of life Whoever had strife Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like 'Cause I related to the struggles of Young America When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again It's hysterical, I chuckle 'Cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles Yeah, uh oh, better beware knuckle heads The sign on my hustle says "Don't knock" The doors broken, it won't lock It might just fly open, get cold-cocked You critics come pay to me a visit Misery loves company, please stay a minute Kryptonite to a hypocrite Zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it Too busy getting stoned in your glass house To kick rocks, then you wonder why I lash out Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers So spread the word 'cause I'm promoting my passion 'til I'm passed out Completely brain dead Rainman Doing the Bankhead in a restraint chair So bitch, shoot me a look it better be a blank stare Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier than All 8 of the reindeer put together with Chief Keef 'Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look For a fucking reason for it that ain't there I still am a CRIMINAL Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my GENITALS The last Mathers LP done went diamond This time I'm predicting this one will go EMERALD When will the madness end, how can it when There's no method the pad and pen The only message that I have to send Is "Dad, I'm back at it again." Bitch (who's your daddy?)

[Intro:] You fucking grou... Pick up the goddamn phone

[Verse 1:] Bitch, where the fuck were you Tuesday With who you say I wasn't at the studio bitch What'cha do screw Dre You went there looking for me Boo, that excuse is too lame Keep playing me you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg You fake, lying slut you never told me you knew Drake And Lupe, you want to lose two legs You try to flip this on me If I spent more time with you You say "okay yeah, I'm cuckoo, hey?" Well, screw you And I’d be the third person who screwed you today Oh, four; Dre, Drake, Lupe -- ooo touché You were too two-faced for me Thought you was my number one, true-blue ace but you ain't And I can see you and you make that little boo-boo face Cause I'm hanging up this phone boo You make my fucking Bluetooth ache You feeling blue too late, go smurf yourself You make me wanna smurfin' puke blue Kool Aid Here's what you say to someone you hate

[Hook:] My life will be so much better If you just dropped dead I was laying in bed last night thinking And this thought just popped in my head And I thought, wouldn't shit just be a lot easier If you dropped dead I would feel so much better

[Verse 2:] Think I just relapsed, this bitch pushed me over the brink Hop on the freeway tryna get some time alone and just think Then the cops pulled me over but they let me go Cause I told 'em I'm only driving drunk, cause that bitch drove me to drink I'm back on my fuck hoes, but a whole new hatred for blondes But bias? I hate all bitches the same, baby come on Excuse the pun but bitch is such a broad statement And I am channeling my anger through every single station it's on Cause a woman broke my he-art, I say he-art Cause you ripped it in two pa-arts, and threw it in the garbage Who do you think you are, bitch Guess it's time for me to get the dust off and pick myself up off the carpet But I'll never say the L-word again, I L-L-L-L... Lesbian Ahh, I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest My life would be so much better if you just

[Hook]

[Bridge:] Cause you told me, you love me, forever, bitch, that was a lie Now I never, wanted someone, to die, so bad in my fucking life But fuck it, there’s other fish in the sea

[Verse 3:] And I'mma have a whale of a time Being a single sailor for the night Bitch on a scale of, 1 to 10 Shit, I must be the holy grail of, catches Ho, I got an Oscar attached to my fucking name, de la I might hit the club, find a chick that's tailor made for me Say fuck it, kick some shots back, get hammered and nail her These bitches tryna get attached but they're failing to latch onto the tail Of my bumper they're scratching at the back of my trailer like I'm itching to get hitched Yeah, I'm rich as a bitch But bitches ain't shit, I'd rather leave a bitch in a ditch Bitch you complain when you listen to this But you still throw yourself at me That's what I call pitchin' a bitch That's why I'm swinging at this chicks on sight Long as I got a bat and two balls it's foul, but my dick's on strike So all that love shit is null and void, bitch I'm a droid I avoid Cupid, stupid wasn't for blowjobs you'd be unemployed Oi-oi-oi, man oh man, your boy-boy-boy's getting sick of these girls-girls-girls Oink-oink-oink, you fuckin' pigs, all you're good for is doink-doink-doink "I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one" She's all 99 of 'em; I need a machine gun I take 'em all out; I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest Have a heart attack and just drop dead And I'mma throw a fucking party after this, cause YES

[Hook]

[Outro:] I'm just playing bitch, you know I love you

Yeah.

[Hook: Liz Rodrigues] This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So take it all

[Verse 1:] Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there From the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends It was 'bout busting raps and standing for something, fucking acronym Cut the fucking act like you're happy, I'm fucking back again With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end? It ain't over 'til I say it's over – enough when I say enough Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivate at it Wait is up, hands up like it's 12 noon, nah, homie Hold them bitches straighter up, wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos I ain't deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt cause

[Hook]

[Verse 2:] I can see the finish line with each line that I finish I'm so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal post And if I don't got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what? They said I was washed up, and got a blood bath I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter, I can adjust Plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust So floor's open if you'd like to discuss Top 5 in this motherfucker and if I don't make the cut What, like I give a fuck, I will light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck To the side of a pump, 0 to 60 hop in and gun it Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em up And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut And I look like I might just give up, eh might've mistook Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself With a fucking knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my butt! Cause I just shitted on the mic, and I like getting cut I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut Cause I'm a fight 'til I die or win Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier, wait Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut It's survival of what?

[Hook]

[Verse 3:] So get your ideas, stack your ammo But don't come unless you come to battle, I'm mad now jump in the saddle This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shit Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't diffuse the wick I don't do this music shit, I lose my shit Ain't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth It's all I know how to do, as soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit But my respect is overdue, I'm showing you the flow no one do Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit! So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trade So you better trade your fucking mics in for some tool-box-es Cause you'll never take my pride from me It'll have to be pried from me, so pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers! But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to believe Cause this is something that I must use to succeed And if you don't like me then fuck you! Self esteem must be fucking shooting through-the-roof cause trust me My skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch me I can see why the fuck I disgust you I must be allergic to failure cause every time I come close to it I just sneeze, but I just go achoo then achieve!

[Hook]

Tell me where to go, tell me what to do I'll be right there for you Tell me what to say, no matter if it's true I'll say it all for you

[Verse 1:] I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling Why am I so differently wired? Am I a martian? What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in? 'Cause I don't belong in this world That's why I'm scoffing at authority, defiant often Flying off at the handle at my mom, no dad So I am non-compliant at home, at school I'm just shy and awkward And I don't need no goddamn psychologist Tryna diagnose why I have all these underlying problems Thinking he can try and solve them I'm outside chalking up drawings on the sidewalk And in the front drive talking to myself Either that or inside hiding off in the corner somewhere quiet Trying not to be noticed 'cause I'm crying and sobbing I had a bad day at school so I ain't talking Some cocksucker shoved me into a fucking locker 'Cause he said that I eyeballed him

And if you fall, I'll get you there I'll be your savior from all the wars that are fought Inside your world Please have faith in my words

'Cause this is my legacy, legacy, eh This is my legacy, legacy, eh There's no guarantee, It's not up to me, We can only see This is my legacy, legacy Legacy, legacy

[Verse 2:] I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling Why am I so differently wired in my noggin? 'Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it's mind boggling 'Cause I obsess on everything in my mind small shit Bothers me but not my father, he said Sayonara then split But I don't give a shit I'm fine long as There's batteries in my Walkman nothing's the matter with me Shit look on the bright side at least I ain't walking I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment Complex on a ten speed which I've acquired parts that I Find in the garbage, a frame, then put tires on it Headphones on look straight ahead if kids try and start shit But if this is all there is for me life offers Why bother even try and put up a fight, it's nonsense But I think a light bulb just lit up in my conscience What about them rhymes I've been jottin' They're kinda giving me confidence Instead of tryna escape through my comics, Why don't I just blast a little something like Onyx To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eyeballed him Grab hold of my balls like that's right fight's on bitch Who would've knew from the moment I turned the mic on that I could be iconic, and my conquest Is word to Phife Dawg from a tribe called Quest

This is my legacy, legacy, eh This is my legacy, legacy, eh There's no guarantee, It's not up to me, We can only see This is my legacy, legacy Legacy, legacy

[Verse 3:] I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome 'Cause if I wasn't I wouldn't be able to work Words like this and connect lines like crosswords And use my enemy's words as strength To try and draw from, and get inspired off em 'Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit By you wack fucking giant sacks of lying dog shit Now you shut up bitch, I am talking Thought I was full of horseshit and now You fucking worship the ground in which I am walking Me against the world so what? I'm Brian Dawkins Versus the whole 0 and 16 Lions offense So bring on the Giants Falcons and Miami Dolphins It's the body bag game bitch I'm supplying coffins 'Cause you dicks, butt kiss, a bunch of Brian Baldingers You gon' die a ball licker I've been diabolical With this dialogue since 99 Rawkus You don't respect the legacy I leave behind y'all can Suck a dick, the day you beat me pigs'll fly out my ass In a flying saucer full of Italian sausage The most high exalting and I ain't halting Till I die of exhaustion inhale my exhaust fumes The best part about me is I am not you I'm me and I'm the Fire Marshall and this is my

Legacy, legacy, eh This is my legacy, legacy, eh There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy Legacy, legacy

[Verse 1:] I came to the world at a time when it was in need of a villain An asshole, that role I think I succeed in fulfilling But don't think I ever stopped To think I was speaking to children Everything was happening so fast It was like I blinked, sold three million Then it all went blank, all I remember Is feeling ridiculous cause I was getting sick of this feeling Like I am always under attack man I could have stacked my shit list to the ceiling Women dish him but really thinking If anyone ever talks to one of my little girls like this I would kill him Guess I'm a little bit of a hypocrite When I'm ripping shit, but since when did this many People ever give a shit but I had to say It's just my opinion If it contradicts how I'm living Put a dick in your rear end That's why every time you mention a lyric, I thank you for it For drawing more attention toward it Cause it gave me an enormous platform I'm flattered you thought I was that important But you can't ignore the fact that I fought for the respect And battle for it, mad awards, had GLAAD annoyed Attaboy, they told me to slow down, and I just zone out Good luck trying to convince a blonde That's like telling Gwen Stefan' that she sold out Cause I was tryna leave, no doubt In anyone's mind one day I'd go down In history think they know now Because everybody knows

[Hook - Skylar Grey:] Everybody knows that you're just an asshole Everywhere that you go, people wanna go "Oh, everyone knows" Everybody knows, so don't pretend to be nice There's no place you can hide You are just an asshole Everyone knows, everyone knows

[Verse 2:] Thanks for the support, asshole [*scratch*] thanks for the support, asshole Quit acting salty, I was counting on you to count me out as Asher Roth When he round-a-bout dissed me to shout me out Thought I was history But goddamn, honkey, that compliment's like backhanding a donkey Good way to get your ass socked in the mouth Lay'em off it But what the fuck is all this thrash talking about The fight was fixed, I'm back and you can't stop me You knock me down, I went down from the counter I fell but the fans caught me, and now You're gonna have to beat the fucking pants off me To take my belt, word to Pacquiao Momma said there ain't nothing else to talk about Gotta go in that ring and knock them out Or you better not come out It's poetry in motion, like Freddie Roach when he's quoting Shakespeare So what if the insults are revolting Even Helen Keller knows life stinks You think it's a joke til you're bullet riddled But you should give little shit what I think This whole world is a mess Gotta have a goddamn vest on your chest, and a Glock Just to go out watch Batman Who needs a test to test the testicles, not that man Half of you don't got the guts and intestinal blockage Rest of you got lap bands stuck to this model Before they put bath salts and all those water bottles in Colorado So get lost, Waldo My soul's escaping through this asshole that is gaping A black hole that I'm swallowing this track whole With a pack torn of paper But I'm not taking no crap, ho Here I go down the back pole And I'm changing back into that old maniac in fact there it go Trying to dip through the back door retreating cause everybody knows

[Hook]

[Verse 3:] Holy mackeral, I'm the biggest jerk on the planet earth I smacked a girl off the mechanical bull at a tractor pull For thinking we have some magnetic pull Then scream "ICP in this bitch! How do fucking magnets work!?" Cause you're attractive, but we ain't attractable Hate to be dramatical, but I'm not romantical I'm making up words you can understandable, It's tragical Thinking some magical shit's gonna happen? That ain't practical You cracking a joke, it's laughable, cause me and love's like a bad combination I keep them feelings locked in a vault So it's safe to say I'm uncrackable My heart is truly guarded, full body armor Bitch you just need a helmet because if you think you're special, you're retarded. Thinking you're one of a kind, like you got some platinum vagina, you're a train wreck, I got a one track mind Shorty you're fine but you sort of remind me of a 49er Cause you been a gold digger since you was a minor Been tryna, hunt me down like a dog, cause you're on my ass But you can't get a scent because all of my spare time is spent With my nose in this binder, so don't bother trying Only women that I love are my daughters And sometimes I rhyme and it sounds like I forget I'm a father, and I push it further So father forgive me if I forget to draw the line It's apparent I shouldn't of been a parent I'll never grow up So to hell with your parents, and motherfucking father time And it ain't never gonna stop. A pessimist who transforms you to Optimus in his prime, so even if I'm half dead, I'm half alive Poured my half-empty glass in a cup, so now my cup has runneth over And I'm about to set it on you like a motherfucking coaster I'm going back to what got me here, yeah cocky, and can't knock being Rudolph so fear not my deer, and dry up your teardrops I'm here White America's mirror, so don't feel awkward and weird, if you stare at me and see yourself, because you're one too. You shouldn't be as shocked, because everybody knows.

[Verse 1:] Now this shit's about to kick off, this party looks wack Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch I'm 'bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back That's why my pen needs a pad cause my rhymes on the ra-ag Just like I did with addiction I'm 'bout to kick it Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets Got 'em still on the fence whether to picket But quick to get impaled when I tell 'em stick it So sick I'm looking pale, wait, that's my pigment 'Bout to go ham, ya bitch, shout out to Kendrick Let's bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch The art of MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren And I don't mean Stimpy's friend, bitch Been public enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch

[Bridge:] Kick your shoes off, let your hair down (and go berserk) all night long Grow your beard out, just weird out (and go berserk) all night long

[Hook:] We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the A.M. So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go Say fuck it before we kick the bucket Life's too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody (go berserk), shake your body

[Verse 2:] Guess it's just the way that I'm dressed, ain't it? Khaki's pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so I guess it ain't That aftershave or cologne that made 'em just faint Plus I showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint So if love is a chess game, check mate But girl, your body's banging, jump me in, dang, bang-bang Yes siree, 'Bob', I was thinking the same thang So come get on this Kid's rock, Baw with da baw, dang-dang Pow-pow, chica, pow, chica, wow-wow Got your gal blowing up a valve, valve-valve Ain't slowing it down, throw in the towel, towel-towel Dumb it down, I don't know how, huh-huh, how-how Least I know that I don't know Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid Hope so, now hoe...

[Bridge]

[Hook II:] We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m. So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go Say fuck it before we kick the bucket Life's too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody (go berserk) shake your body

[Scratch]

[Verse 3:] And they say that love is powerful as cough syrup in Styrofoam All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo With the ugly Kardashian Lamar, oh sorry yo, we done both set the bar low Far as hard drugs are though, that's the past But I done did enough Codeine to knock future into tomorrow And girl, I ain't got no money to borrow But I am trying to find a way to get you a-loan (car note) Oh, Marshall Mathers Shit head with a potty mouth, get the bar of soap lathered Kangols and car-heart-less cargos Girl you're fixing to get your heart broke Don't be absurd, ma'am, you birdbrain baby I ain't called anybody baby since Birdman, unless you're a swallow Word, Rick? word man you heard, but don't get discouraged girl This is your jam, unless you got toe jam

[Bridge + Hook + Hook II]

[Intro:] Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes) Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) Just a feeling I've got Like something's about to happen But I don't know what If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble Big trouble. And if he is as bananas as you say I'm not taking any chances You were just what the doctor ordered

[Chorus:] I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot

[Verse 1:] But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissing match With this rappity-rap Packing a mack in the back of the Ac backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack and at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombs Feel my wrath of attack Rappers are having a rough time period Here's a Maxi-Pad It's actually disastrously bad For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah

[Chorus:] 'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

[Verse 2:] Everybody want the key and the secret to rap Immortality like I have got Well, to be truthful the blueprint's Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hit the earth like an asteroid and did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM) MC's get taken to school with this music 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme' Now I lead a New School full of students Me? Me, I'm a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up Blow up and being in a position To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them Into the motherfuckin' Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the church And burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fags think it's all a game 'Til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boy You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering And take place looking boy Oy vey, that boy's gay That's all they say looking boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a "way to go" from your label every day looking boy Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy? I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have Never asked nobody for shit Git out my face looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause

[Chorus:] I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

[Verse 3:] So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin You rodent, I'm omnipotent Let off then I'm reloading Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm the walking dead But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating But I got your mom deep throating I'm out my Ramen Noodle We have nothing in common, poodle I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself In the arm and pay homage, pupil It's me My honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize What I do though for good At least once in a while so I wanna make sure Somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle Enough rhymes to Maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case 'cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes But sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come trying to Censor you like that one line I said On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line Add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine See if I get away with it now That I ain't as big as I was, but I'm Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel With fucking cornrows You write normal, fuck being normal And I just bought a new ray gun from the future Just to come and shoot ya Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag At Mayweather's pad singin' to a man While he play piano Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special On the cable channel So Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day "Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you" Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman Innovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is Ricochet in off a me and it'll glue to you And I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know that haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music You make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream." Well, that's what they do When they get jealous, they confuse it "It's not hip hop, it's pop." 'Cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it I don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins to Unghh, school flunky, pill junky But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to When I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues But it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel I'm asleep in the front seat Bumping Heavy D and the Boys "Still chunky, but funky" But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and Here's what they want from me They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But fuck it Life's handing you lemons Make lemonade then But if I can't batter the women How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? Don't mistake him for Satan It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas And take a vacation to trip a broad And make her fall on her face and Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a God?

[Intro:] Eminem has a full line of chainsaws Eminem, Eminem, Eminem, Eminem Marshall Mathers, Eminem, the rapper, Eminem Who can say for sure? Perhaps a frontal lobotomy would be the answer If science can operate on this distorted brain and put it to good use Society will reap a great benefit

[Verse 1:] I walk around like a space cadet, place your bets Who's likely to become a serial killer? Case of turrets Fuck, fuck, fuck, can't take the stress I make a mess as the day progresses Angry and take it out on the neighbors hedges Like this is how I'll cut your face up bitches With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges Imagination's dangerous, it's the only way to escape this Mess and make the best of this situation, I guess ‘Cause I feel like a little bitch's, predicaments, despicable I'm sick of just getting pushed, it's ridiculous I look like a freaking woos, a pussy This kid just took my stick of licorice And threw my sticker books in a picker bush I wanna kick his toosh, but I was six and shook This fucker was 12 and was 6 foot, with a vicious hook He hit me, I fell, I got back up, all I did was book, now there's using your head

[Hook:] Mama always said "If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous A brain you'd be dangerous" (Mama could be wrong) Mama, I’mma grow a name and be famous And I'mma be a pain in the anus (Mama could be wrong) I'mma use my head as a weapon Find a way to escape this insaneness Mama always said 'Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous Guess it pays to be brainless

[Verse 2:] Fast forward some years later A teenager, this is a fun, sweet I just got jumped twice in one week, it's complete It's usually once a month, this is some feat I've accomplished They've stomped me into the mud [gee] for what reason, you stomped me But how do you get the shit beat out of you be down and be upbeat When you don't have no-thing, no valid shot at life Chance to make it or succeed ‘Cause you're doomed from the start It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street But if I had just kept my head up my ass I could accomplish any task Practicing trash talking in a trance Locked in my room yeah but I got some plans mama These damn rhymes are falling Out of my pants pocket I can't stop it And I'm starting to blend in more, school this shit helps for sure I'm getting more self-assured than I've ever been before Plus no one picks on me anymore, I done put a stop to that Threw my first punch, end of story Still in my skulls a vacant, empty void, Been using it more as a bin for storage Take some inventory and as gorge as a Ford engine door hinge syringe an orange an extension cord and a Ninja sword Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored ironing board a bench a wrench or winch and a tangent whore Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain Like an independent store, something's wrong with my head Just think if I had a brain in it, thank God that I don't Cause I'd probably be Dahmer cause mama always said

[Hook]

[Bridge:] Now my mum goes “womp, womp, womp” ‘Cause I'm not that smart but I'm not dumb I was on a bottom of the pile getting stomped But somehow, I came out on top

[Verse 3:] I told you one day, I said they'd have that red carpet rolled out, yo I'm nice, yo, fuck it I'm out cold Now everywhere I go, they scream out 'Go' I'm ‘bout to clean house, yo I'm Lysol, now I'm just household Outsold the sell outs, freak the hell out Middle America, hear them yell out Until they were so scared, and those kids Just about, belted out Whatever spout that it fell out Of my smart alleck mouth, it was so weird Inappropriate, so be it, I don't see it Maybe one day when the smoke clears, it won't be as Motherfuckin' difficult, ye, till then Hopefully you little homos get over your fears and grow beards It's okay to be scared straight, they said I provoke queers Till emotions evoke tears, my whole careers a stroke of sheer genius Smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes, yeah You motherfuckin' (insert insult here) Who the fuck would've thought one little lone MC would be able to take the whole culture and re- upholstery it And boy did they flock Can't believe this little hick locked This Hip Hop shit in his hip pocket And still the shit got that White trash traffic and gridlock Shit hopping like a six blocks from a Kid Rock Insane Clown Posse concert in mid oc-tober And got forbid ah see a wizard and get a brain in my titanium cranium dog ‘Cause I turn to the unabomber mama always said

[Outro:] Insaneness ain't even a word you stupid fuck Neither is ain't

[Verse 1] You used to say that I'd never be nothing without you And I believe I’m shot in the lungs, I gasp, I can’t breathe Just lay here with me, baby, hold me please And I'd beg and I'd plead, drop to knees And I'd cry and I'd scream, "Baby, please don't leave!" Snatch the keys from your hand I would squeeze and you'd laugh And you'd tease, you're just fucking with me And you must hate me Why do you date me if you say I make you sick? And you've had enough of me I smother you, I'm 'bout to jump off the edge

[Hook] But you won't break me You'll just make me stronger than I was Before I met you, I'll bet you I'll be just fine without you And if I stumble, I won't crumble I'll get back up and uh And I'mma still be humble when I scream, "Fuck you!" Cause I'm stronger than I was

[Verse 2] A beautiful face is all that you have Cause on the inside you're ugly, and mad But you're all that I love I grasp, you can't leave Please stay here with me, baby, hold me please

And I'd beg and I'd plead, drop to knees And I'd cry and I'd scream, "Baby, please don't leave!" But you left and you took everything I had left And left nothing, nothing for me So please don't wake me from this dream, baby We're still together in my head And you're still in love with me 'Til I woke up to discover that that dream was dead

[Hook]

[Verse 3] You walked out, I almost died It was almost a homicide that you caused ‘cause I was so traumatized Felt like I was in for a long bus ride I'd rather die than you not by my side Can't count how many times I vomited, cried Go to my room, turn the radio on and hide, Thought we were Bonnie and Clyde No, on the inside you were Jekyll and Hyde I Felt like my whole relationship with you was a lie It was you and I, why did I think it was ride or die? Cause if you could’a took my life you would’a It's like you put a knife to my chest and pushed it right through to the Other side of my back and stuck a spike, too, should've Put up more of a fight, but I couldn't at the time No one could hurt me like you could've Take you back now, what's the likelihood of that? Bite me, bitch, chew on a nineteen footer Cause this morning I finally stood up Held my chin up, finally showed a sign of life in me for the First time since you left me and left me with nothing but shattered dreams And the life we could've had and we could've been But I'm breaking out of this slump I'm in Pulling myself out of the dumps once again I'm getting up once and for all, fuck this shit I'mma be late for the pity party But you're never gonna beat me to the fucking punch again Took it on the chin like a champ so don't lump me in with the chump-ions I'm done being your punching bag

It was November 31st today, would've been our anniversary Two years, but you left on the first of May I wrote it on a calendar, was gonna call, but couldn't think of the words to say But they came to me just now, so I put 'em in a verse to lay And I thank you (uh) ‘cause you made me (uh) a better person than I was But I hate you (uh) ‘cause you drained me (uh) I gave you all, you gave me none But if you blame me (uh), you're crazy (uh) And after all is said and done I'm still angry, yeah, I may be I may never trust someone

[Hook]

[Hook - Rihanna:] I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

[Verse 1 - Eminem:] I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek Oh, well, guess beggars can't be choosey Wanted to receive attention for my music Wanted to be left alone in public. Excuse me For wanting my cake and eat it too, and wanting it both ways Fame made me a balloon 'cause my ego inflated When I blew; see, but it was confusing 'Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (wooh!) Hit the lottery, oh wee But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet It was like winning a used mink Ironic 'cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith But I'm actually weirder than you think 'Cause I'm

[Hook - Rihanna:] I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothing Well, that's nothing

[Verse 2 - Eminem:] Now, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told me To seize the moment and don't squander it 'Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow So I keep conjuring, sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from (Yeah, pondering'll do you wonders. No wonder you're losing your mind the way it wanders.) Yoda-loda-le-hee-hoo I think it went wandering off down yonder And stumbled on 'ta Jeff VanVonderen 'Cause I need an interventionist To intervene between me and this monster And save me from myself and all this conflict 'Cause the very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it My OCD's conking me in the head Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking I'm just relaying what the voice in my head's saying Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the

[Hook - Rihanna:] I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothing Well, that's nothing

[Verse 3 - Eminem:] Call me crazy but I have this vision One day that I'd walk amongst you a regular civilian But until then drums get killed and I'm coming straight at MC's, blood get spilled and I'll Take you back to the days that I'd get on a Dre track Give every kid who got played that Pumped up feeling and shit to say back To the kids who played him I ain't here to save the fucking children But if one kid out of a hundred million Who are going through a struggle feels it and then relates that's great It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back In the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make that Straw into gold chump, I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack Maybe I need a straightjacket, face facts I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that It's nothing, I'm still friends with the

[Hook - Rihanna:] I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy [2x]

Well, that's nothing Well, that's nothing

[Intro:] I own a mansion, but live in a house A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch I'm Mr.Brightside, glass is half full But my tank is half empty, gasket just blew

[Verse 1:] This always happens 30 minutes from home, gotta lay a log cabin, only option I have's McDonalds's bathroom In a public stall dropping a football, so every time someone walks in the john I get maddene "Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crappin' And you're asking me for my goddamn autograph on a napkin? Oh that's odd, I just happened To run out of tissue, yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad then "Thanks dawg, name's Todd, a big fan" I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and Told him "Todd, you're the shit"; when's all of this crap end? Can't pump my gas without causing an accident Puff my gas, cut my grass, can't take out the fucking trash Without someone passing through my sub harassing I'd count my blessings, but I suck at math I'd rather wallow than bask suffering succotash, but the ant- Acid, it gives my stomach gas When I mix my corn with my fucking mashed Potatoes, so what, ho kiss my country bumpkin ass Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upper class Call lunch dinner, call dinner supper, Tupperware in the cupboard, plastic ware up the ass Stuck in the past, iPod, what the fuck is that B-Boy to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass

[Hook:] Maybe that's why I feel so strange Got it all, but I still won't change Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit It's the motivation that keeps me going This is the inspiration I need I can never turn my back on a city that made me (Life's been good to me so far)

[Verse 2:] They call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that Don't know what the fuck I would doing if it weren't rap Probably be a giant turd-sack But I blew, never turned back Turned 40 and still sag Teenagers act more fucking mature, Jack Fuck you gonna say to me? I leave on my own terms, asshole, I'm going berzerk My nerves are bad, but I love the perks my work has I get to meet famous people, look at her, dag Her nylons ran, her skirt snag And I heard she drag-races, *burp* swag Fucking my Hanes shirt tag You're Danica Patrick (yeah) work, skag We'd be the perfect match Cause you're a vacuum, I'm a dirtbag My apologies, no disrespect to technology But what the heck is all of these buttons? You expect me to sit here and learn that? Fuck I gotta do to hear this new song from Luda? Be an expert at computers? I'd rather be an encyclopedia Britannica, hell with a Playstation I'm still on my first manual from Zelda Nintendo, bitch, run, jump, punch, stab and I melt the Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on bread Make a sandwich with welch's and belch They say this spray butter is bad for my health, but I think there's more white trash from the trailer Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality helps to Keep me grounded, that's why I never take full advantage of wealth, I Managed to dwell within these parameters Still cramming the shelves full of hamburger helper I can't even help it, this is the hand I was dealt to Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter With all these pet peeves God dammit to hell, I can't stand all these kids with their camera cellphones I can't go anywhere, I get so mad I can yell, the Other day someone got all elaborate and stuck a head from a fucking dead cat in my mailbox Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings I think my karma is catching up with me

[Hook]

[Bridge:] Got friends on facebook, all over the world Not sure what that means, they tell me it's good So I'm artist of the decade, I even got a plaque I'd hang it up, but the frame is all cracked

[Verse 3:] I'm trying to be lowkey, hopefully nobody notices me In produce hunched over, giant nosebleed Over stop as I mosey over to the frozen aisle By the frozen yogurt this guy approached me Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with Hova Show's over, I'm hiding in Kroger buying groceries He just had front row seats, told me to sign this poster Then insults me "wow, up close didn't know you had crow's feet" I'm at a crossroad lost till shopping at Costco Sloppy Joe's, buck waffles Got caught picking my nose, ah Look over see these two hot hoes Finger still up in one of my nostrils Right next to 'em stuck at the light This fucking shit is taking forever to change I'm stuck, these bitches are loving it rubbing it in Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, play it off ''What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better'', fucking bitch They want me to flip at the label, but I won't succumb to it The pressure, they want me to follow up with another one after Recovery Was so highly coveted, but what good is a fucking recovery if I fumble it? Cause I'mma drop the ball if I don't get a grip Hopping on shrubbery on you sons of bitches Wrong subdivison to fuck with, bitch Quit snapping fucking pictures of my kids I love my city, but you push me to my limit, what a pity The shit I complain about It's like there ain't a cloud in the sky and it's raining out Kool Aid stain on the couch, I'd never get it out Bitch, I got an elevator in my house Ants and a mouse, I'm living the dream

[Hook]

[Verse 1: Eminem] Somethin's burnin', I can't figure out what (out what) It's either lust or a cloud of dust Judgement is clouded, must just be the powder from the power of (love) But I'm in somethin' I don't know how to get out of Left my girl in the house alone Is that my soon to be spouse’s moan And the further I walked, the louder I paused for a minute to make certain that's what I heard ‘Cause after all this is her place So I gave her the benefit of the doubt Think I might be about bust a buster The thought's scary yo, though and it hurts, brace Hope it ain't, here we go yo Cause my head already goes to worst case scenario, though in the first place But you confirmed my low end theory though Should've known when I made it all the way to third base And that was only the first date, coulda made it to home plate But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first No you don't, under, stand, I, don't, do this for Anyone, ever, yeah that ain't what they all say I'll say it, you can suck a softball through a straw, used to be my fiance 'Til you sucked on Wayne, Andre, and Kanye Lebron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e Polow Tha Don, Dre, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwame Guess I'm gettin' my g-god dang Jigga on eh Cause your name, I'm beyond sayin' But fuck it, I'm movin' on, you women are all cray But I'll probably always keep on playin' the game of

[Bridge: Sample] Love, love, love, love L-l-l-l-l-love

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar] She doesn't love me, no she don't love me no more She hates my company, yeah she don't love me no more I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door She screamed she loved me like she never did before And I told her (Go where you want and go do what you want to do; I don't care) x2

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] I told that bitch I'm a sucker for love, you're a sucker for dick Suckin' dick in your momma tub, then your granny walked in Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water, he drowned Like an abortion, they booked you for manslaughter You beat the case and I called you "Sherane is not available now leave a message at the tone And Kendrick don't forget to buy two pair of those Expensive heels, you little fuckin' ferris wheel Fuckin' spinnin' on me, fuck you think we gon' get married still Fuckin' Mary had a little lamb, this ain't no fairy tale Fairy godmomma better tell you how I fuckin' feel Like you should fuckin' beat it or fuckin' eat it while I'm on my period Now have a blessed day" Bitch you serious I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious Why you ain't fuckin' with me, you cut me deep as a Caesarean You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I'm delirious I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman After the Dillinger hit'em diligently and killin' him His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem That's analogy and metaphor for ya I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you This is me talkin' cordially, yeah I got some home trainin' That ain't what you like, ain't it, what about if I was famous As Marshall, would you give fellatio in the carpool Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle, singin' I hope she's good enough, meanwhile you're chasin' her Chlamydia couldn't even get rid of her Pity the fool in her and pity the fool in me I'mma live with the game of

[Bridge: Sample]

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

[Verse 3: Eminem] So needless to say I'm feelin' betrayed Snatched my house key off her keychain She jumps off Wee-Bey from The Wire's dick Now she's chasin' me with a cheese grater Here goes that broken record, cliche, it's all my fault anyway She's turnin' the tables, I'm a beat-break She treats my face like Serato, she cuts and scratches like a DJ Each day is an instant replay They sayin' we display symptomatic of addict behavior Back together but forgot today was her b-day, she cut me off on the freeway Simple misunderstandin' but just as I went to slam on the brakes Then I realized that she may be as crazy as me, wait Bitch cut my fuckin' brakeline, stepped on them fuckers 8 times Still goin' 73, thank God there's an exit coming up What the mother F-U-C-K'S wrong with her, hit the off ramp So I coast into a gosh damned aww hit a fuckin' tree Now here she comes at full speed, she's racin' at me Okay you wanna fuck with me, eh Snatch the bitch out her car through the window, she screamin' I body slam her on the cement, until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole Bury this stink ho in it, then pay to have the street re-paved Fuck, woke up in a dream state in a cold sweat Like I got hit with a freeze ray durin' a heat wave Guess I eventually caved though, cause she's layin' next to me in bed Directly aimin' a gat at my head Woke up again and jumped up like fuck it, I've had it, I'm checkin' into rehab I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy Every girl I've ever had either says I got too much baggage Or I'm too fuckin' dramatic Man what the fuck is the matter, I'm just a fucking romantic I fucking love you, you fucking bitch Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events I said hit the road and after she left I sent that bitch a text I said be careful driving, don't read this and have an accident She glanced to look at it and wrecked, too bad Thought we had a connect No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case Than a model covered in L'Oreal and mace, who fell from grace Eleven stories for story telling but the whore was yelling rape So the vocal cords were swelling And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spelling's face Still they swarm the gates and my fancy estates To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace Unless you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date, don't be late Well the sentiment's great, but wait, think there's been a mistake You want an intimate date, I wanna intimidate I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of *message sound* Wait, dinner at eight I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of

[Outro:] Love, love, love, love L-l-l-l-l-love

[Verse 1: Nate Ruess] Mom, I know I let you down And though you say the days are happy Why is the power off, and I'm fucked up? And, Mom, I know he's not around But don't you place the blame on me As you pour yourself another drink, yeah.

[Hook: Nate Ruess] I guess we are who we are Headlights shining in the dark night I drive on Maybe we took this too far

[Verse 2: Eminem] I went in headfirst Never thinking about who what I said hurt, in what verse My mom probably got it the worst The brunt of it, but as stubborn as we are Did I take it too far? "Cleaning Out My Closet" and all them other songs But regardless I don't hate you 'cause, Ma, You're still beautiful to me, 'cause you're my mom Though far be it from you to be calm, our house was Vietnam Desert Storm and both of us put together can form an atomic bomb equivalent to Chemical warfare And forever we can drag this on and on But, agree to disagree That gift from me up under the Christmas tree don't mean shit to me You're kicking me out? It's 15 degrees and it's Christmas Eve (little prick just leave) Ma, let me grab my fucking coat, anything to have each other's goats Why we always at each other's throats? Especially when dad, he fucked us both We're in the same fucking boat, you'd think that it'd make us close (nope) Further away it drove us, but together headlights shine, a car full of belongings Still got a ways to go, back to grandma's house it's straight up the road And I was the man of the house, the oldest, so my shoulders carried the weight of the load Then Nate got taken away by the state at eight years old, And that's when I realized you were sick and it wasn't fixable or changeable And to this day we remained estranged and I hate it though, but

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[Verse 3: Eminem] 'Cause to this day we remain estranged and I hate it though 'Cause you ain't even get to witness your grand babies grow But I'm sorry, Mama, for "Cleaning Out My Closet", at the time I was angry Rightfully maybe so, never meant that far to take it though, 'cause now I know it's not your fault, and I'm not making jokes That song I no longer play at shows and I cringe every time it's on the radio And I think of Nathan being placed in a home And all the medicine you fed us And how I just wanted you to taste your own, But now the medications taken over And your mental state's deteriorating slow And I'm way too old to cry, the shit is painful though But, Ma, I forgive you, so does Nathan, yo All you did, all you said, you did your best to raise us both Foster care, that cross you bear, few may be as heavy as yours But I love you, Debbie Mathers, oh, what a tangled web we have, 'cause one thing I never asked was Where the fuck my deadbeat dad was Fuck it, I guess he had trouble keeping up with every address But I'd have flipped every mattress, every rock and desert cactus Own a collection of maps and followed my kids to the edge of the atlas Someone ever moved them from me? That you coulda bet your asses If I had to come down the chimney dressed as Santa, kidnap them And although one has only met their grandma once You pulled up in our drive one night as we were leaving to get some hamburgers Me, her and Nate, we introduced you, hugged you And as you left I had this overwhelming sadness come over me As we pulled off to go our separate paths, And I saw your headlights as I looked back And I'm mad I didn't get the chance to thank you for being my Mom and my Dad So, Mom, please accept this as a tribute I wrote this on the jet I guess I had to get this off my chest, I hope I get the chance to lay it before I'm dead The stewardess said to fasten my seatbelt, I guess we're crashing So if I'm not dreaming, I hope you get this message that I'll always love you from afar 'Cause you're my Ma

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[Verse 4: Nate Ruess] I want a new life (start over) One without a cause (clean slate) So I'm coming home tonight (yeah) Well, no matter what the cost And if the plane goes down Or if the crew can't wake me up Well, just know that I'm alright I was not afraid to die Oh, even if there's songs to sing Well, my children will carry me Just know that I'm alright I was not afraid to die Because I put my faith in my little girls So I never say, "Goodbye, cruel world." Just know that I'm alright I am not afraid to die

[Hook]

I want a new life

[Intro:] Yeah, trying to figure out the difference But I think.. I think the lines are starting to get blurry

[Verse 1:] I'm in a strange place I feel like Mace when he gave up the game for his faith I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints Grimming every stranger in the place while I gaze into space 'Cause I'm mentally rearranging his face I need a change of pace 'cause the pace I'm working at is dangerous There's nowhere to dump this anger and thanks to this angst I done quit chicken heads in cold turkey and started slowly roasting 'em 'Cause that's where most of my anger is based Fuck your feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints I just want to hurt you, aim for the skanks Then aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's and the Drake's I'm frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack I'm going all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is I'm strapped for battle sucka-duck, crawl out the back, its a bar fight Prepare your arsenal and beware of bar stools flying through the air And bottles breaking, mirrors also And I ain't stopping 'til the swear jar's full You done called every woman a slut, but you forgetting Sarah, Marshall (Palin) Oh my bad, slut And next time I show up to court I'll be naked and just wear a lawsuit Judge be like "That's sharp, how much that motherfucker cost you? Smart ass, you're lucky I don't tear it off you And jump your bones, you're sexy motherfucker You're so fucking gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you "au jus" 'Cause all's you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo. Evil twin, take this beat now, it's all you." I believe people can change, but only for the worse I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse So satanic K-mart chains panic 'Cause they can't even spin back the curse words 'Cause they're worse when they're reversed, motherfucker (rape your mother, kill your parents)

And these kids are like parrots They run around the house just like terrorists Screaming "fuck, shit, fuck" Adult with a childish-like arrogance Wild ever since the day I came out I was like "merits, fuck that" I'd rather be loud and I like swearing From the first album even the gals were like "tight lyrics, dreamy eyes" But my fucking mouth was nightmarish And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of this And the opposition felt the opposite Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums Often as I can and skim through all them bitches To make sure I keep up with my competition (ha ha) Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes Borderline genius who's bored of his lines And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now Feel like I might just strike first and ignore the replies

[Hook:] There’s darkness closing in (evil twin) There it goes again (my evil twin), It controls my pen (my evil twin), But that ain’t me, it’s my evil twin (then I step out and see my evil twin he gives me an evil grin) But he’s just a friend (evil twin), Who pops up now and again (again) So don’t blame me (evil twin) Blame him, it’s my evil twin

[Interlude:] Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend You have slept for quite some time

[Verse 2:] So who's left? Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber Nah, F with Christina, I ain't fucking with either Jessica neither Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than struck with the fever Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength Tylenol 3’s Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm freezin' Bed-ridden and destined never to leave the Bedroom ever again like the legend of Heather Ledger My suicide notes, barely legible read the Bottom, it's signed by The Joker Lorraine said I never can leave her She'd sever my wiener I ever deceive her Fuck that shit, bitch Give up my dick for pussy, I'd be Jerry Mathers I'd ever left it to Beaver Get them titties cut off trying to mess with a cleaver Golly-wally I bet he registered Jesus Ever since 1-9-9-4-6 Dresden it was definitely my destiny When on the steps I met Deshaun at Osborn I'd never make it to sophomore I just wanted to skip school and rap, used to mop floors Flip burgers and wash dishes while I wrote rhymes trying to get props for 'em 'Cause I took book-smarts and swapped for 'em They were sleeping, I made them stop snorin' Made them break out the popcorn Now I've been hip hop in its tip top form Since N.W.A. was blaring through my car windows leaning on the horn Screaming "fuck the police" like cop porn Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped coin Fuck top 5, bitch, I'm top 4 And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore And I got an evil twin, so who the fuck you think that's 3rd and that 4th spot's for? And crazy as I am I'm much tamer than him And I'm nuts, then again who the fuck wants to plain Eminem? But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that evil grin (evil twin) Please come in, what was your name again? Hi, faggot Look who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there Two rabbits, a koala bear and a ball of hair And you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's just small up there Peace to Whitney, geez, just hit me That I should call the loony police to come get me 'Cause I'm so sick of being the truth I wish someone’d finally admit me To a mental hospital with Britney Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho Jose Baez couldn't beat this rap, OJ no Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony Hey ho, hey ho I sound like I'm trying to sing the fucking chorus to hip hop hooray No, I'm hollering, you got bottom in like an 8-0-8 And a base whether we're fucking of that instead of your face, so Let your low-end raise, yo Tango, what you think, ho? Slow dancing in the bowling You trying to hold hands with your homie? What? You think I'm looking for romance 'cause I'm lonely? Change that tune, you ain't got remote chance to control me Hoe, I'm only vulnerable when I got a boner Superman tried to fuck me over, it won't hurt Don't try to fix me, I'm broke so I don't work So are you, but you're broke 'cause you don't work But all bullshit aside I hit a stride Still Shady inside, hair every bit is dyed As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skittish side And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize 'Cause we are the same, bitch

[Baby crying]

[Verse 1] One thousand different houses and Munchhausen I'mma make you wanna punch out some fuckin' one "ouch" What the fuck'd you hit me for? Scream life as I punch counter and bunches out of anger I once encountered a stranger In a dumb gown, black hood With a scythe Shit I laughed in his face spit Bitch gave me an extra life, like take this Now get your ass back in that game, bitch Don't take shit for granted And don't take shit, give it! Only bull you should take is by the horns A mixture of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor I Everlast, pen is mightier than sword Finish writing then record Replenish keep writing more Nothing's riding on it but your pride is all you're fighting for So you fight, scratch, you claw Back's to wall No one was there to catch you fall You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off You grab your balls, like they're gargantuan and Ask yourself how fucking bad you want it Pull out your pants, for whooping ass and flash it on em' Nobodies gonna back you in the corner You're a hornet No one's more ig-norant then you fuckin' four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming Like there's nothing that's more important MC's you better consider this a formal warning, you're in for it Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face? I ain't finished bitch I meant in half, oil the blades Nobody wants to play They say I'm a spoiled little baby But

[Hook:] Nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only trying to warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya 'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner I'm only trying to warn ya 'Cause that baby gets mad And gets to throwing a tantrum He'll fucking flip on ya

[Verse 2] What goes through an addict's brain? Besides static pain and big daddy kane Break, beats and words An erratic train of thought Like splatter paint Scatter brain Yeah maybe that explains Why you're back but don't rap the same And you're looking way thinner Because your hunger got you looking like They took away dinner (chooka) Sugar ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a fucking booger though Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat When you say you're a chooka what chooka what Now fling that bitch from your fingertips hope it lands on another rap singers lips Who can't think of shit Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit Who's king of this fucking English Lit? Let your middle fingers flip On each hand whilst extending this shit How low can you go? Lower than Chuck D ho Hear the bass of this in my voice Rocky's back, where's my Adrian? Nobodies crazy as shady in an eighty million mile radius I'm what Tom Brady is to the patriots of rap Not a man, I'm a weapon Who just happened to be a rapper Who just happen to be on the crapper When it happened I had an epiphany In the bathroom, I'd never be the same after Now I'm back with an appe-tite For destruction, the fucking recipe for disaster So let's eat cos' I'm famished Every deed is a dastardly one Evil its past it Even you asking for me to be po-lite to people Is like me having my teeth pulled

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[Verse 3] So step inside of dimension The demented side of a mind That's like the inside of an engine While I multiply your undivided attention But be reminded that if I didn't mention I lose my mind and my temper You'll be the first one Who finds him offensive Got him climbing the fences Lost some time to addiction But look up rhyme in the dictio-nary I'm in the picture Eminem is the synonym for it I'm an enigma Fuck it, let's get to the meat balls I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes Edgamacater, they are Shit legends are made of Spit treacherous data Shit that you would say to your worst enemy This wretched is What you get when you mix Treach with a Jada And combine em' with Method Man and Redman With meth-amphetamines in his left hand And in his right there's a sledge-hammer And pajamas, standing in front of a webcam Beating himself in the head, til Russell let's him off deaf jam Maybe I need my head examined Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb Hanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan I need meds! Swear to god 'cause If I go off the edge T.I ain't talking me off a ledge man Heart throb at a fart, ah nah More like a smart slob, part blob That'll stab you with a sharp ob-ject To the heart and leave claw marks All over the Wal-Mart walls Little baby with large balls Fuck mud slinging, I'm blood flinging There's nothing on this fucking earth better than being The king of the playground I hate the swings but I love being an underdog Cos when I'm pushed I end up swinging up

[Verse 1: Eminem] Girl you gimme writers block I'm at a loss for words My minds as lost as yours I rack my brain but still no thoughts emerge Never seen no ass as large as yours, how much that cost? That's what I call a Roethlisberger You drive me bonkers I’m about to get my swerve on for sure Thought I was pimpin until I felt like Nas, the first date Because I think I gave you power when I gave you flowers And I bought us a box of chocolates, no lozenges or cough drops or syrups Probably should of never let me call that job of yours To talk to your boss and ask him if you can take off from work Should of been one of the first signs to cause to learn Man we jumped in too fast, cause since then I can't be apart from her Cause nobodies body's awesomer - I lust it, and she loves me cause I'm popular, but

[Hook: Jamie N Commons and Eminem] You know this ain't love Oh, no, you know this ain't love You know this ain't love No, this ain't love (What is it then?) It's desperation

She's lookin for Mr. Right, wants me to be that guy to her (It's desperation) I can't even put up a fight, cause I give in at the sight of her and here i go again

[Verse 2: Eminem] Well obviously, oblivious to me, I swore I was just invisible to you til I went to the lengths I did to meet you Cause you played so hard to get with me from the beginning Now I'm in disbelief I, never knew that this could be such misery Cause now you see nothin but me, and I don't see nothin but you And I'm about to flip cause we are super glued in We stuck to each others hips and we can't do anything individually Which is to cling on, scared to be alone, can't, specifically to describe it I just can't seem to give a reason this definitive, just need you Talkin bout "I live and breathe you" And you pretend to be as mentally and physically addicted to me As Wiz Khalifa is to reefer Don't wanna be without you, don't wanna be with you neither, bitch Put me in a situation in which it's both I wish to seek, cause this ain't...

[Hook: Jamie N Commons and Eminem]

[Verse 3: Eminem] Just want you to myself, don't wanna share you with no one else What the fuck you whispering for? You get on my nerves, you make me sick I think our relationship, it seems to be on the fritz I mean it's time that we just split and leave the games behind Your frame of mind ain't the same as mine, I think You need to finish developing a little more mentally too, get the picture? That's a negative, Alicia, I will never give the Keys up To the crib, ever again, no reason not even a gift certificate from Tiffany's You better have an epiphany, slut, guess what? (what) Delicia I'm just mad it took the time it took me to discover You been using me for loot like I used you for looks Thought you was too good for me, huh? yeah used to be my Carrie Underwood, I was your lumberjack, but I can't stomach this I'm leavin you, not comin back. She said "The fuck with that Where's my Louisville Slugger at?" She grabbed that fuckin bat and swung it at my head I barely ducked and that's right when she came up with a kick to the nuts twice Steel toe, girl probably coulda put a 100 yard field goal, through the uprights

[Hook: Jamie N Commons and Eminem]

[Intro:] What is a nightmare? The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying dream, a nightmare

[Verse 1:] I used to think I had bad luck, but I wasn't superstitious Till one day I grew suspicious, when I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons Then we flew the coop to Michigan to start a new be-ditching Missouri from Michigan didn't work So we moved back to Missouri from Michigan, from Missouri back to Michigan Someone put me out my misery, I can't do this again Mom please stick to a decision Discipline, last thing I wanna' do is listen she's like Lex Luthor, bitch, her rules are kryptonite So the walls and I done lost my power to see through them bitches But I run into them, running through the kitchen Pretending to be blind, Superman Cause I had no supervision But I did have a super power though I could turn into invisible kid Disappear out of sight, like a true magician And one day uncle Ronnie brought over this new, but different Music into the picture and it became my new religion "I remember it clearly, even today." Move back to Michigan again, to live with my Grandma Ned Always itchin' for something to do, was flipping Through the radio stations one day And discovered this DJ who was mixing I say it to this day, if you ain't listened to the wizard You ain't have a fucking clue what you was missing I'd zone out with my headphones, all I remember doing's wishing For shoes, fuck them stupid pumas bitch, it's all about them new edition troops You get the new LL Cool J cooling system Made that final maneuver to 8 Mile and Hoover and somehow I saw my future is in this That's how I knew my mission Little boom box boomin', spitting Practicing numerous rhythms When I sit in my room envisioning my dreams come true for wishin' I remember Proof would visit Couldn't wait to play him my new shit, he'd go coocoo ballistic Go through the roof for his shit It's like we knew the instant We touched a mic that both of us two existed to do this shit Never quit, too persistent "We are a rap empire"

[Verse 2:] Started a group of misfits Proof had a proposition If we all band together, there ain't no stopping this shit Come up with aliases, bipolar opposites and Be ready to come off the top as sharp position If you got dissed at the shop cause if they caught you slippin' They'd take your spot if someone got to rippin' you And you forgot your written Opportunity knocks once, it ain't knocking again They tried ding-dong ditching shit I fucking got that bitch in a headlock Cut off his oxygen Slim snot gourgin Cock sucking cynder block in the wind Now I got my pot to piss in Spot in that top position Copping over the opposition Looking like a dog that's pissing Leg up on the competition Promising complete dominance, Sugar Ray Robinson I'm in a league Muhammad's in Ali's my colleague bombing them Probably end up on top of them Stomping them like Ndamukong I'm rushing like a Urkanian Ladanian Tomlinson Flow vomits in your face Competitors fall at my waist You spit a rhyme, I spit in a rhyme's face So name the time, place to battle Bitch I'm still in that mind state Don't make me step on you and make you wine grapes Cry babies, maybe my way that I use words is loose But you turds better be careful how you choose yours Cause feelings scar but egos bruise worse And the truth hurts, shit no wonder you're sore losers Now where's your poop birds? Ooh, no more tripping in bird shit, songs of self empowerment surgeon Words of encouragement but this discouraging the rappers The rap games God, but the name's not James Todd?, I'm just a wordsmith So let these words lift Cause all I got is bars for you dumbbells since yours ain't working out Each verse is more merciless than the first is And you ain't got to wear no shoes and shirt in this beast? to get served Blood thirst, Revenge of the Nerds Chickit

"And it's true you shall not escape my vengeance."

And I'm the kid with them ears like Dumbo's gone Word to Uncle Ron I'm turning into a non-humble Don You blonde dumb hoes, all I got is dick for you to come blow on So stop the show, but I need a drum roll 'fore I go on Better back away from the front row, get gone Chomp your arm? Bigger than Dikembe Mutumbo I'm the fucking jumbo tron I'm a juggernaut, you do not wanna crumble, you bambacluts I'll leave you stretched out, like a fucking yawn So mow the fucking lawn, your asses are blades of grass And I'm fucking up this whole landscape of rap The GOAT just ate eight acres, and ate the vet Who's just to make a path and take you straight to your favorite rapper Oh look, my notebook looks smoke cooked Like the flow stood a foot over the flame on the stove, soot Charred debris floating Like oak wood was burning Return of the no good And I won't quit

[Interlude] "And the next thing I know something came crawling up from below Something that made Godzilla look like a plane."

And I don't quit, won't change, It's like a groundhog's day So grab a hand ya'll cause you may see if I popped your head

"I'm a heartless monster" Turn me into "I'm a heartless monster" "With my dick in your mouth all day"

I'm not so sure I want to know from whence it came But the white flesh creature's trail is easily followed There, before that shimmering veil of light, the ivory skin slug thing

[Intro: Eminem and Sia] I can feel the heat rising Everything is on fire Today's a painful reminder of why We can only get brighter The further you put it behind ya And right now I'm on the inside Looking out, cause

[Hook: Sia] I'm standing in the flames And it's a beautiful kind of pain Setting fire to yesterday Find a light, find a light, find a light Standing in the flames And it's a beautiful kind of pain Setting fire to yesterday Find a light, find a light, find a light

[Verse 1:] Yesterday was the tornado warning, today is like the morning after Your world is torn in half. You wake and let's wait to start the morning process Rebuilding and you're still a work in progress. Today is a whole new chapter, it's like an enormous ass. The thunderstorm has passed ya. Your weather didn't poke his eyes out with the thorn bush that you used to smell the roses. Stopped to inhale, can't even tell your nose is stuffed. So focused on the bright side. Then you floor the gas pedal and hit the corner fast, The more asserted, never looking back, may hit the curb, But everyday is a new learning curve as you steer through life. Sometimes you might not wanna swerve but you have to to avert a disaster. Lucky, no permanent damage, 'Cause they hurt you so bad. It's like they murdered your ass and threw dirt on your casket, But you returned from the ashes. And that hurt that you have, you just converted to gasoline, And while you're burning the past, standing at inferno and chant

[Hook: Sia]

[Verse 2:] So familiarize what having to swallow this pill is like It happens all the time, they take your heart and steal your life And it's as though you feel you've died because you've been killed inside But yet you're still alive which means you will survive Although today you may weep because you're weak and Everything seems so bleek and hopeless The light that you're seeking, it begins to seep in That's the only thing keeping you from leaping off the motherfreaking deep end And I'm pulling for you to push through this feeling And with a little time that should do the healing And by tomorrow you may even feel so good that you're willing To forgive them even after all that shit you been put through. This feeling of resilience is building. And the flames are burning quick as fire would through this building you're sealed in But you're fireproof, and flame retardant you withstood it. And as you climb up to the roof you're just chillin' and you look down 'Cause you're so over them you could put the heel of your foot through the ceiling.

As time passes, things change everyday But wounds, wounds heal But scars still remain the same But tomorrow today's gone down in flames Throw the match, set the past up ablaze

So feel the fire beneath your feet As you barely even perspire from the heat Exhale deep and breathe a sigh of relief And as you say goodbye to the grief It's like watching the walls melt in your prison cell But you've extinguished this living hell Still a little piece of you dies, you scream

[Hook: Sia]

[Sia:] I feel the burn, watch the smoke as I turn rising, A phoenix from the flames I have learned, from fighting fights, that weren't mine Not with fists, but with wings that I will fly

[Hook: Sia]

[Hook] I'm getting by with my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking names I wanna dig my way to hell I wanna dig my way to hell

[Verse 1] Guess I got a way with words, I could get away with murder Ever heard of Aspergers? It's a rare condition It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if it's an 80 degree day and there's no fricken air conditioning And you can't see the bitch’s hair is frizzing Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prism The devil ain't on the level same as him Picture someone who revels in straight masochism And imagine him giving him an adjective an ass whooping So bad they should put his ass in prison A word bully, I verbally abuse verbs like they did something to me personally Used to get bullied so I cut class and ditched it Now I bully rap, I'm the shit, faggot (sniff it) Cadillac from a K Car My ass from a hole in the ground, still can’t tell em apart Came straight out the trailer park screaming I'm proud To shop at K-Mart and it became art And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as they are To this day I still get in fights with the same broad At the same Walmart arguing over the same cart In the middle of the aisle whilin' I don't give a fuck I don't play! Bitch you think you saw this basket first? Your ass backwards like motherfucking Bob and Silent Jay Illest shit you could think I would say Mind's like a pile of clay When's the last time you saw a villain with a cape? Ripped a gaping hole in it Flipped out, ripped down the drapes Tied them around my neck, went down the fire escape of the Empire State Slipped fell straight down to the ground splattered all over the entire state And straight to hell got an impaled by the gates So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray While I sacheted around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face gibberish And this ain't got nothing to do with escaler being gay ya Little faggot. By the way, thoughts are getting darker by the day I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay It's a fucking miracle to be this lyrical Paint my face with clown make up and a smiley face I'm insane Every rhyme I say, sons you, like an ultra violet ray I’m selling hatred buffet style all the shit you can eat $11.99 so come on and pile a plate I’m throwin' down the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise With the rhyme I’m spittin' while I’m shittin' on the competition In the meantime it’s always mean time

[Hook]

[Verse 2] I’ve been a career asshole I don’t see why these people always got my back I done said so much fucked up shit, I was born a mistake But I was put here not by accident I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit And I’m coming to get that quarter back Like Ndamukong the drama can build Your mama can ask me for my autograph That cougar's a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book But I sure would fall for that You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight When I get on the mic I'mma snap Make you wish the ambulance that took me to the hospital When I overdosed would have caught a flat If it makes you sick to your stomach acid Indigestion, my suggestion’s Kaopectate If it feels like I'm running away with the game It's cause I am don't speculate, spectate All I got is dick for days and insults for decades But I get by my wicked ways Lady you can suck a dick till your neck aches Cry till you get puffy eyes red face But I'm leaving on this jet plane You ain't fly, you're an airhead I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole sorry another catchphrase But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over headspace Cause you just ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods Other words don't try to put the heart in a headcase Cause baby, stable mentally I ain't, I need my meds I peed my bed I'm going blind I don't see my legs I keep on falling down No wonder you can't stand me I need my cane Someone help me I think my face is melting If you felt these migraines and see these maggots eat my brain This G-I-A-N-T hole in my empty head If you read my mind you can see my pain Then you'd see why I be this way Ever since I was knee high playin' with G.I. Joes Told these hoes shut the P-I-E holes, now peep my game

Cause I'm 'bout it 'bout it like a lyco fucking (fucking fuck it) Echo... Pyscho on a cyclone cycle Spiraling, here I go, I`m outta control like no Other mic go, stab you til' the knife goes dull I'm nothing but a hole inside your skull where your eye goes 'Cos I'mma sock it to you Dyke ho, you don't like it Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle And ride it like a motorbike I'm finna blow the mic the whole night so Strike up the fucking mystro, I'm nitro And hi ho, hand me my shovel, I'm liable to dig my hole Deeper in, and it's off to H.E double hockey sticks I go

[Hook]

[Outro] [Running] Ohh please be empty, please be empty, please be empty Thank you, God [Bathroom door opening, someone walks in] Shit... [Sounds of pissing and crapping] It's a girl... [Singing:] I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a cock in mouth And get my balls blew out, and get gay into the A.M And lay with 18 guys naked and let myself show, let myself show... Why do I know that voice? Buttfuck it, suck it, pull it, tug it Life's too short to not stroke your bone Are you fucking serious? So everybody, everybody Circle jerk, touch my body [Loud banging noise, doors being slammed, screaming] Who is that? Where are you going? Come back Why does everyone always leave me? Hello? Fuck you then [Loud crapping noise] Blow it our your ass