Verse 2: Eminem] There’s a light contagiousness to this tirade It just might make you sick So irate with it my brain is just like a fucking fried egg Is my mind scrambled? (I’m lit) Yes, narrow minded But go through such a wide range of this emotion That my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways I just pulled up in Clive Davis’ driveway With his personal memoir saying he’s bi Waving a 9 aye, picket sign hate making him cry «rape» then arrive naked And drive straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay Cause here I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg? And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I’ll take em back in the times (Shady) Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger To take the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you’re crazy, you’re wasting your ink then So if this is any indication of what you may be facing You better make a distinction cause you fake imitations Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression That’s the worst impersonation I’ve ever seen and Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily But sounds like [?] flow amazingly, speaking? Kinda stupid question is that? Hey Mrs Abraham Lincoln Other than your husband’s fucking brains that were leaking, how’d you think that play was this weekend? You ain’t the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot See me on a ballot? I’m running for class clown Rich democrat, bitch, so I’m just a candidate To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign To have every fucking campus on a rampage Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let’s get smashed And wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades But this ain’t up for debate, this is undebatable Shady for president, ho, don’t make me go take it back to the days of old Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD I almost fell asleep on the wake up show Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living shock Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs Me and Bus put it down like a sick pet You’re fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers «I sit in front of my computer all day and comment on Everything, I’m an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the next song» Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick With Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I’d be dead wrong Son of God I’m not soft like a wet log, force never gets clogged I’m so full of self-esteem that I sweat fog Yes, yes y’all, steady on the left, y’all Step off of it or you get stepped on soft Bout as commercial as my fucking leo jet Jealously’ll get you as green as a Geopet I can see that you’re visibly upset, dawg Alert, alert, girl, alert Once you went into the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan favorite But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind More afraid of success than I am of failure So what does that tell ya? That on a grand scale I don’t give a fuck about nothing like Stan mailing His last piece of fan mail before he ran straight into the damn railing