[Hook: X Ambassadors] 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: Eminem] 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 a-part 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 em 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 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 fuckin' miracle to be this lyrical Paint my face with clown makeup 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
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[Verse 2: Eminem]
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\"Ken Kaniff\" (skit)
[Outro: Eminem & Ken Kaniff] 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* Is that a girl?
*Ken Kaniff 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 *doors slam, 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 out your ass