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Frogg Whoah! A get your hands in
the air, and get to clappin 'em
and like, back and forth because
ah this is.. what you thought it
wasn't It beez.. the brothers representin'
the Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O
the double G *coughing in background*
And check out the man he goes by
the name of er... Verse One: Eminem
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim
Brady I'm a M80, you Lil' like
that Kim lady I'm buzzin, Dirty
Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin
at you players worse than Marty
Schottenheimer You wacker than
the motherfucker you bit your style
from You ain't gonna sell two copies
if you press a double album Admit
it, fuck it, while we comin out
in the open I'm doin acid, crack,
smack, coke and smokin dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm
an alcoholic (Hi Marshall) I have
a disease and they don't know what
to call it Better hide your wallet
cause I'm comin up quick to strip
your cash Bought a ticket to your
concert just to come and whip your
ass Bitch, I'm comin out swingin,
so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out
like Mike Tyson The proof is in
the puddin, just ask the Shawn
Holman I'll slit your motherfuckin
throat worse than Ron Goldman Chorus:
So when you see me on your block
with two glocks Screamin _Fuck
the World_ like Tupac I just don't
give a fuuuuuck!! Talkin that shit
behind my back, dirty mackin tellin
your boys that I'm on crack I just
don't give a fuuuuuck!! So put
my tape back on the rack Go run
and tell your friends my shit is
wack I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned,
and snuffed Cause I just don't
give a fuuuuuck!! Verse Two: Eminem
I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on
a Serch to crush a Miilkbone I'm
Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice
like silicone I'm ill enough to
just straight up diss you for no
reason I'm colder than snow season
when it's twenty below freezin
Flavor with no seasonin, this is
the sneak preview I'll diss your
magazine and still won't get a
weak review I'll make your freak
leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen
hold your pistols But I form like
Voltron and blast you with my shoulder
missiles Slim Shady, Eminem was
the old initials (Bye-bye!) Extortion,
snortin, supportin abortion Pathological
liar, blowin shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous,
sporadic Impulsive thinker, compulsive
drinker, addict Half animal, half
man Dumpin your dead body inside
of a fuckin trash can With more
holes than an Afghan Chorus Verse
Three: Eminem Somebody let me out
this limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin
like Rage Against the Machine I'm
convinced I'm a fiend, shootin
up while this record is spinnin
Clinically brain dead, I don't
need a second opinion Fuck droppin
the jaw, I'm flippin the sacred
treasure I'll bite your motherfuckin
style, just to make it fresher
I can't take the pressure, I'm
sick of bitches Sick of naggin
bosses bitchin while I'm washin
dishes In school I never said much,
too busy havin a headrush Doin
too much rush had my face flushed
like red blush Then I went to Jim
Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped
the women's swim team Don't take
me for a joke I'm no comedian Too
many mental problems got me snortin
coke and smokin weed again I'm
goin up over the curb, drivin on
the median Finally made it home,
but I don't got the key to get
in Chorus Outro: Eminem Hey, fuck
that! Outsidaz.. Pace One.. Young
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