[Intro] Oh! Ladies and Gentlemen The moment you’ve all been waiting for .. In this corner, weighing 175 pounds With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders The undisputed, most diabolic villain in the world Slim Shady!
[Chorus] So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto Uh-oh uh-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and do not one of them got clothes Now where’s the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I notice there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse’s kicking up dust It’s on 'til the break of dawn and we’re starting this party from dusk
Ok... let’s go
[Verse 1 -Eminem] Back with Andre the giant, mister elephant tusk Fix you must, you’ll just be another one bit the dust Just one of, my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt, lick the fumunda cheese from under my nuts It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks Its a must, I redeem my name n haters get mushed Bitches lust, man they love me when I lay in the cut Fist the cup, the lady gave her eighty sumn paper cut Now picture us, Its ridiculous you curse at the thought Cause when I spit the verse the shit, gets worse then worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes Its elementary, the elephants have entered the room I venture to say we're the center of attention its true Not to mention back with a vengeance, so here’s the signal Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio’s back on you hoes
[Chorus] So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto Uh-oh uh-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and do not one of them got clothes Now where’s the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I notice there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse’s kicking up dust It’s on 'til the break of dawn and we’re starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
[Verse 2 Dr. Dre] They see that low rider go by they're, like oh my! You ain’t got to tell me why you’re sick cause I know why I dip through in that six trey like sick em Dre I’m an itch that they cant scratch, they sick of me But hey, what else can I say, I love LA Cause over and above all, its just another day And this one begins where the last one ends Pick up where we left off and get smashed again I’ll be dammed, just fucked around and crashed my Benz Driving around with a smashed front end Lets cash that one in Grab another one from out the stable The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl Decisions, decisions, garage looks like precision collision Or maco, beats quake like Waco Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though
[Chorus] So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto Uh-oh uh-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and do not one of them got clothes Now where’s the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I notice there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse’s kicking up dust It’s on 'til the break of dawn and we’re starting this party from dusk
And I take great pleasure in introducing... 50 Cent!
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent] It’s bottle after bottle The money ain't a thing when you party with me Its what we into, it's simple We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe I’m the napalm, the bomb, the don, I'm King Kong Get rolled on, wrapped up and reigned on I’m so calm through Vietnam, ring the alarm Bring the shaun dawn, burn marajauan do what you want It go on an