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Intro: 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 Deshaun Holton
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 jewel, 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 Zee..
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