[Verse 6: Eminem] Ayo, lyrical miracle, spiritual individual, criminal Subliminal, in your swimming pool
You're about to see peace destroyed, it'll never be restored When I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD stores Wanna stop it: you gon' need a priest, at least three swords A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, three Ouija boards A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask what the squeegee's for Or the holy water, acid raps that'll eat these floors Eat a hole in a rhyme book, you see these horns And as for me you ask when I'm gone, will he be mourned ..is puke luke warm, should Casey Anthony do porn Can that chick fit a new born dead baby inside a fricking shoebox With a shoehorn Smothered in chloroform so she can go get her groove on Can she duct tape and Velcro a fetus Joell, yo tell Joe I need his Empty box from his old shell toed Adidas So I can put these babies in the fetal position They're getting elbows to the penis Yeah big deal I took some little kids Big Wheel and spit in his frickin big kids meal Quit tryna bite me and pinch you wench sit still Did you just put your six inch heel through my Benz windshield Is it dust we bout to kick up Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup Between his stick shift in his frigging pickup And drink like a hick redneck hillbilly will til he gets hicc-ups Flipping the script up like Mike Vick Getting bit in his junk by a Pit, yup I'm a sick pup I'd be a horrible magician cause I'll fuck a trick up Fix your lips up to say something fly, or zip up A B, let's C, you said you were gonna do X-Y-Z Til you fuck around and get dropped like an E when you add an I-N-G Don't put a K in front of that though, when I MC Cause I'm not the king of this microphone booth It's more like a phone booth Superman in this bitch, Kryptonite won't do It gives me more power, I bump the Fat Boys and Eat rat poison, take meteor showers Fresh outta the mental hospital And me not flossing a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit'll Be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, you crazy Me pushin' up daisies, that thought is impossible As if flashin' across the news Posdnuos was caught with a prostitute With a huge johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube of lube And a bra, some boots, some panties and an aqua blue Mazda Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil pool So kill the rumors it ain’t happening I’ma rap 'til I'm fossil fuel