I wasn't born mean I was pushed to treachery I walk the streets Looking for some puss to fetch me I'm like a veggie Brain is turned to mush I'm edgy Edgy enough to give Reggie Bush a wedgie If he don’t give me Kim things could get messy So pass that ass to me let me squash the left cheek Then press against the right one till it smushed against me
Leave the dead bodies in the woods/ the MC with the Christopher Reeves beef We started off on the wrong foot Or should I say fake leg made out of wood I shouldn’t/ yes I should
Riding through the hood I'm chilling with Westwood
I’m quite mellow A white fellow My pee is bright yellow I like jell-o I’m like hello To a cute little dike on the mic I’m kinda like
[Verse 2 - Kon Artis] See I’m the first one to class and the last to leave I mean the first one to leave out of class, believe That I’m a mailbox pimp and my hearts lot die Even when I through it off the ashes fry When from an ashy guy Class clown as high To a grown ass man second …. Rynen aves the click, D12s the game We been spitting this ** since we were little babes Gaga gugu nana, dada dodo never Working my homeboy Em I’m just too too clever A 4-5 shotta leave the n**a face lopsided The kick from the barrel make you think I’m cockeyed it When I bust it off in the crowed n**as start diving Great looking broad over the bar I aint lying Hot iron lethal not to … soldier Rynyan ave soldier equal death when its over Its none colder then n**as then under strain of stuggle Hire street muscle We been had the hustle x2 We been had the muscle x2 [Verse 3 - Eminem] Me and Westwood blasting off Jacking off in a pair of acid wash bumping Asher Roth Cruising grassed till I damn near crash the car Trying to smash em off on the dash Hit the overpass went off Over the bridge on to oncoming traffic Cause a massive 42 car pileup Not a scratch at all Hopped up holding a axe and saw Jason mask is off and my face is plastered in tobasco sauce Spitting flames kicking fire out your ass you little b*** You can pass it on of battery acid dawg You don’t wanna get my ass ticked off I’m harder then playing basketball when I’m going through crack withdrawal Dick so big it’s like elastic I tie in a knot and it looks like Mr. Fantastic Cross the path of plasticman with a drastic force **** Put my penis on plastic sports [Verse 4 – Eminem] Yeah, yeah Once again it's the sinister cynical minister Shady Kryptonite to Superman he's a Denis to Amy Administer of the pain Just finished huffing the paint and muffler the fumes Like it was nothing because it ain't Anything in his way His enemies he just slays His venom he spray Reaches like beams of energy rays Menacing stance He plans making the hairs all on the back of your neck stand Like Dracula yep Spectacular rep he's a tarantula Gargantuan yeah Angela So I command you to start dancing Part Manson part Hannibal Part mechanical shark throwing Animal parts at Scarlett Johannson Enter my gas chamber You gangster? my ass He's got his fangs to your neck He's set to strangle your ass hater You’re facing a task greater He's chasing your ass He's got his face in a mask And blood stains on his glass table
I'm checking the exposure of photos and me exposing Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing With or without clothing Next to the decomposing Bodies eroding while I'm dosing off Overdosing Windows opening shutting Doors opening closing I think there's a ghost Too much hydrocodone and codeine I was only supposed to swallow half I took the whole thing I'm not joking I think I just snorted my nose ring I need a drink I'm standing over the sink hosing Myself self loathing cause I'm on the brink mostly