(Chorus - Eminem) There's no need to say shit You already know The question is just how far will this go? How far will he take it And when will he stop? "Shady man, i done told you once homie to ease up!" But you just won't listen will you, nah, guess not, You just cant can you, man i can't stand you, you're rotten What ya plottin' for us? Man when are you gonna let up? I guess things are gonna get much worse 'fore they get better!
(Verse 1 - Eminem) Holy Toledo, its Angelina Jolie amigo! She told me "Yo Shady, just hand your penis to me; i deep throat" And Brad if you try to stand between us then we gon' see bro Who was her fantasy, i dont mean to damage your ego You faggots wanna rassle I shove a fucking jar of vaseline up inside your asshole And rope it shut with a lasso Couple of crushed Lexapro broken up with a capsule of Paxil Just in case i aint dope enough with the raps though Coke is cut with tobacco, smoke it up, then go wacko This is what happens when you mix a coconut with tobasco "Shady let go, the hoe has been choked enough, let her ass go!" Not 'til Jessica Simpson lets go of the tuna casserole! 'cause I used to love her hooters, now Carmen Electra's cuter Strap an extension cord to her arm and electrocute her I'm off my fucking meds but i'm on an electric scooter I might just scoot by and shoot my mom in the neck with rugers Spit in Jason's face while i vomit on Freddy Krueger They can't even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar Now ima get the rectal thermometer, get the lubri- -cation and get the patient some darvocet to chew, 'cause
(Chorus - Eminem) There's no need to say shit You already know The question is just how far will this go? How far will he take it And when will he stop? (B.O.B) B.O.B i told you once homie to ease up (jeez!) There's no need to say shit You already know The question is just how far will this go? Cuz i will never lay down, and i will never let up (Eminem) I guess things are gonna get much worse 'fore they get better!
(verse 2 - B.O.B) With the soul of the shaman, I lead the beat and vomit Like a bulimic woman, with an uneasy stomach I pass by people on the street they seem like sleeping zombies Stiffer than a therapeutic pair of jeans you run in So can you hear me coming? Eminem, this beat is absolutely disgusting It's probably got diseases on it! I'm just being honest, I can see the comments, I can see the evolution as we creep up on it I put that music in your veins like a needle junkie Shit i just do this for the haters, I don't need the money I'm diarrhea on the track, so it needs plunging Somebody please tell these girls to release my undies (let go!) Nobody really understands my language I find it complicated just to hold a conversation But still i got a whole lot of patience Sitting back, watching Earth, from my space station
(Verse 3 - Eminem) Oh my Gosh, i put Natasha Bedingfield in the washer Watch her go from rinse to the spin cycle It's like i got you hypnotised and i forgot you My God, you're psychologically fucked, Michael'd like an apology, what? Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco truck and a white tricycle up his butt And glue the seat of his bicycle to his nuts! I'm as cold as a motherfucking icicle, i'm a nut I aint nothing nice, man, i like to pull knives and i like to cut The poster addict for post-traumatic stress, I guess this is the most dramatic i've been in a while This is the closest that it's, come to the Marshall Mathers I can hear 'em start to gather I dont paint the portrait of the picture perfect Partridge family This aint your orphan Annie, no, this is more uncanny Kick down Dakota Fanning's front door while