[Intro: Frogg] Whoa! A get your hands in the air, and get to clapping 'em And like, back and forth because ah This is what you thought it wasn't It beez the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O the double G [coughing in background] And check out the man he goes by the name of er... [Verse One: Eminem] Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady I'm buzzing, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursing at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the ************ you bit your style from You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album Admit it, **** it, while we coming out in the open I'm doing acid, crack, smack, coke and smoking **** then My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall) I have a disease and they don't know what to call it Better hide your wallet 'cause I'm coming up quick to strip your cash Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass *****, I'm coming out swinging, so fast it'll make your eyes spin You getting knocked the **** out like Mike Tyson The +Proof+ is in the pudding, just ask the Deshaun Holton I'll slit your **********ing throat worse than Ron Goldman [Chorus:] So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screaming "**** the World" like Tupac I just don't give a ****! Talking that **** behind my back, dirty mackin Telling your boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a ****! So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my **** is wack I just don't give a ****! But see me on the street and duck 'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned and snuffed 'Cause I just don't give a ****! [Verse Two: Eminem] I'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Search to crush a Milkbone I'm everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezing Flavor with no seasoning, this is the sneak preview I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!) Extortion, snorting, supporting abortion Pathological liar, blowing **** out of proportion The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict Half animal, half man Dumping your dead body inside of a ****ing trash can With more holes than an Afghan [Chorus] [Verse Three: Eminem] Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!) I'm a caged demon, on stage screaming like Rage Against The Machine I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shooting up while this record is spinning Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion **** dropping the jewel, I'm flipping the sacred treasure I'll bite your **********ing style, just to make it fresher I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of *****es Sick of nagging bosses *****ing while I'm washing dishes In school I never said much, too busy having a headrush Doing too much rush had my face flushed like red blush Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian Too many mental problems got me snorting coke and smoking **** again I'm going up over the curb, driving on the median Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in [Chorus] [Outro: Eminem] ****, **** everything... Outsiders, Pace One, Young Zee. **** the entire world...
[Intro: Frogg] Whoa! A get your hands in the air, and get to clapping 'em And like, back and forth because ah This is what you thought it wasn't It beez the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O the double G [coughing in background] And check out the man he goes by the name of er... [Verse One: Eminem] Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady I'm buzzing, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursing at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the ************ you bit your style from You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album Admit it, **** it, while we coming out in the open I'm doing acid, crack, smack, coke and smoking **** then My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall) I have a disease and they don't know what to call it Better hide your wallet 'cause I'm coming up quick to strip your cash Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass *****, I'm coming out swinging, so fast it'll make your eyes spin You getting knocked the **** out like Mike Tyson The +Proof+ is in the pudding, just ask the Deshaun Holton I'll slit your **********ing throat worse than Ron Goldman [Chorus:] So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screaming "**** the World" like Tupac I just don't give a ****! Talking that **** behind my back, dirty mackin Telling your boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a ****! So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my **** is wack I just don't give a ****! But see me on the street and duck 'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned and snuffed 'Cause I just don't give a ****! [Verse Two: Eminem] I'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Search to crush a Milkbone I'm everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezing Flavor with no seasoning, this is the sneak preview I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!) Extortion, snorting, supporting abortion Pathological liar, blowing **** out of proportion The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict Half animal, half man Dumping your dead body inside of a ****ing trash can With more holes than an Afghan [Chorus] [Verse Three: Eminem] Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!) I'm a caged demon, on stage screaming like Rage Against The Machine I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shooting up while this record is spinning Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion **** dropping the jewel, I'm flipping the sacred treasure I'll bite your **********ing style, just to make it fresher I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of *****es Sick of nagging bosses *****ing while I'm washing dishes In school I never said much, too busy having a headrush Doing too much rush had my face flushed like red blush Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian Too many mental problems got me snorting coke and smoking **** again I'm going up over the curb, driving on the median Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in [Chorus] [Outro: Eminem] ****, **** everything... Outsiders, Pace One, Young Zee. **** the entire world...
