Eminem It's shit like this I kick to these rich
white kids Who just might see how fucked up this
sick life is Ooops I did it again didn't I my
shit's harder To figure out than what Britney's
tit size is Oooh I probably pissed you off again
didn't I bitch So what Christina Gaguilera kiss
my grits You know how many shit's I get if I wish
I did So I can quit givin these twisted little
kids ideas This just in, Britney just dissed
Justin She just fucked Ben, got pit fucked and
dick sucked him If (?) can get his ass licked,
how I can't shit Goddamn bitch I'm rich I can't
understand this Are those pictures they made of
us together on the internet As close as I'm ever
gonna get to hittin it from the back And shit
when it comes to that I hit harder from the back
Than Everlast when he's pluggin Lethal in his
fuckin ass Just give me one more chance Britney
hit me one more time Let me know what's on your
mind, Whitney give me one more line To sniff, you
fuckers know what time it is Fuck your jewelery
my record's almost dyin, BEEOTCH!

HOOK 2X: Eminem + Dr Dre What's goin on in the
world today People fightin, feudin, lootin, it's
okay Let it go, let it flow, let the good times
roll Tell 'em Dre- It aint nuttin but music

Bizarre Eminem doesn't like N'Sync, well I do
So fuck him, and the Backstreet Boys too Whatever
happened to the cast of Different Strokes Mary's
broke, Ty's snortin coke, and then an overdose I
got two little boys wit me Michael Jackson sent
two helicopters to get me I'm up early wit my
hair curly Me and Mr. Furly, fuckin Laverne and
Shirley! Kuniva Alotta rappers are livin in la
la land That's why I let my dogs out on the Baha
men As bad as a life I had, I'm not mad I don't
need to be a jackass to beat up my dad My whole
family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned
And she keeps askin me why I rap wit a honky But
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be hangin with the hoochies out at the club scene

Kon Artis To all the independent women in the
house! (HEY!) Show us your tits and shut your
motherfuckin mouth! (WHAT?!)

Proof Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney
Houston The shit's confusin (SNIFF!) Jesse
Jackson, reverend scandal Got George Michael's,
Tevin Campbells PeeWee Herman's, peep show places
Public restrooms, peep those cases

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Swifty McVay Huh, your mom and dad probably
mad at us (for what) We done turned their kids
into little body snatchers Aint like where I'm
from, we don't bite our tongue Are you sure you
want niggas 21 to carry guns It's sad but I'm
glad that I'm made to rhyme Where you work you
aint gettin paid for that overtime It's only
music, media know it but they blind I aint in
your light, so stay they hell up outta mine Y'all
the reason why Princess Diana ended up dyin If
you people get offended I don't care (stop cryin)
Tryin to get us to leave cuz what we say just aint
clean (uh, uh) But holdin back on what I say just
aint me

Kon Artis Now what's these parents all mad
for? (Your music is bad for 'um) For teenage kids
that drink more than Ted Danson in Cheers Carson
drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our
bitch (SHUTUP!) Broke or rich, I still do that
same old shit I don't jump in front of a camera
and change no shit So when they ask me about my
sarcasticness I just slap 'em, turn around and
ask 'em this

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