[Intro] Look, I was gonna go easy on you, not to hurt your feelings But I'm only to get this one chance. (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) Something's wrong, I can feel it Like a feeling, like something is about to happen, but I don't know what If this means, what I think it means, we're in trouble - big trouble And if he is as bananas like you say, I'm not taking any chances (You were just what the doc ordered.)
[Hook] I'm beginning to feel like a rap God All my people from the front to the back nod Now who thinks he's arms are long enough to slapbox? hey said I rap like a robot so call me rapbot
[Verse 1] But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his (nutsack) I'm an emcee still as honest But as rude and indecent as all hell Syllable, killaholic "kill em all" This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop You don't really wanna get into a piece of match With this rappidy rappack and a mack in the back of the yac, pack backpack rap yep yackidy yac The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts when I'm practicing that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckers table over the back of a couple [?] and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic I was on the Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack Rappers are having a rough time, period; he's a maxipad It's actually disastrously bad For the wack to masterfully constructing this masterpiece ass
[Verse 2] I'm beginning to feel like a rap God All my people from the front to the back nod Now who thinks he's arms are long enough to slapbox? Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got Well, to be truthful the blueprint is simply raging youthful [?] Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hither up like an asteroid, did nothing but chew other moons in Emcees get taken to school with this music cause I use it as a vehichle to bust a rhyme Now I lead a new school of students Me, I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim, Shahbaz, 2Pac and W.N, Cube, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run DMC and induct them to the motherfucking Rock and Roll Hall Of Fame Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You [?] it's all a game till I woke a flock of flames Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck were you thinking? Little gay looking boy, so gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy You witnessing a massacre like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy Oh [?] that's all they say looking boy You take a thumbs up, pat on the back the way you go from your label everyday looking boy Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy? I got a hell yeah from Tre looking boy I'mma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit Get outta my face looking boy Basically boy you're never gonna be capable to keep up with the same pace looking boy
[Verse 3] I'm beginning to feel like a rap God All my people from the front to the back nod The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar [?] heart of the trailer park, the white trash God Kneel before generals off this planett's Krypton, no Asgard So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you [?], I'm omnipotent Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm a walking dead, but I'