• 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...


    Slim Shady, brain dead like Jan 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 motherfu**eryou bit your style from
    You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
    Admit it, fu**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 a**I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin
    You gettin knocked the ******** out like Mike Tyson
    The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton
    I'll slit your motherfu**erthroat worse than Ron GoldmanSo when you see me on your block with two glocks
    Screamin _Fu**the World_ like Tupac
    I just don't give a fuu*****Talkin that s***behind my back, dirty mackin
    tellin your boys that I'm on crack
    I just don't give a fuuuu*******So put my tape back on the rack
    Go run and tell your friends my s**t is wackSo put my tape back on the rack
    Go run and tell your friends my s**t is wack
    I just don't give a fuuu*******
    I just don't give a fuuu*****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 s**t out of proportion
    The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
    Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
    Half animal, half man
    Dumpin your dead body inside of a fu**in trash can
    With more holes than an AfghanSomebody 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
    ******** droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure
    I'll bite your motherf***ingstyle, just to make it fresher
    I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bi***

    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 Hey, key to get in Hey, fu***that!
    Outsidaz..
    Pace One..
    Young Zee..