[Verse 1: Eminem] I'm keeping it raw Illegal like Malik and Jamal Cause I don't believe in the law Like I'm Steven Seagal Flipping off the police while I'm leaping the wall Take some Tylenol then fall asleep in the mall Got your little son, you'll be receiving a call You're lucky this little punk's still breathing at all Fuck the world, this is how I get even at y'all Popped sick and rolled up, and leave in the vault I'll hit you in the mouth and stick your teeth in the jaw You won't be able to eat shit, not even a malt Speak of assault It's giving you a reason to stall Cocking this dude's deuce and I'm squeezing it off The first burp and a fart Syphilis, sneeze, and a cough Get your arm chewed off Like you was teasing a dog I'm cold enough and hot enough to freeze and then thaw I kicked my girl out in ten degrees and a bra You faggots turn yellow like the trees in the fall Signal rap "Where's Shady?" He's in the stall All that's left of your niece is a piece of her doll And all that's left of her puppy is a leash and a paw Motherfucker
[Hook] You must be crazy If you want to fade me You must be crazy If you want to fade me
[Verse 2: Hot Karl] WUH-OHH! I bet Jimmy Iovine's scared Hot Karl and Eminem, same song: nightmare But let's break the rules and be a rebel instead And jack unused lyrics from rappers who aren't even dead Thank you Rectangle for these sixteen bars With a track so sick you can use 'em as SARS Too many rappers think they're 2Pac and they should stop Unless it's him in Poetic Justice, workin' a post office Then you quit rap dog, proving your pedigree Is questionable, like Da Brat's femininity I'm not a gangster, I'm just trying to live And take you back to the days like Garbage Pail Kids I'm playing the bigs, your whole game is sloppy Only time you're rocking ciphers is when you get bukkake'd Yeah, it's Hot Karl, I'm going for broke I guess a hit is still a hit: sorry, Interscope!
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[Verse 3: Dree] And that's Whitman That's Latrice Gibbons Tighter with my flow than what most niggas is spittin' I'm the one packing a MAC in the back of a black truck While y'all niggas be sleeping you need to be peeping a color Slam through your speakers Hit one of the tweeters Lyrical styles I disperse is harder than your peter {Wait, how did she know?} You better ask them about me I hit 'em up, get 'em up Then I spit 'em up like loogies Fucking around? Test me I'll hex you like a voodoo Get an ass like Charmin and flush you like a poo poo Lyrical Smith & Wesson is ready, I got my shotty Cause when I get to spitting I'm leaving bodies like Gotti The head banging Madonna's coming like them nigger Only difference is? Female is my gender What Y'all heard me