*after shoutouts and talking*



Eminem:

Peace to Thirstin Howl, A.L. and Wordsworth

My mother smoked crack, I had a premature birth

I'm just a nerd cursed, wit badly disturbed nerves

Who wanna be the one to step up and get served first?

Ninety-nine percent of aliens prefer earth

So I'm here to rule the planet, startin wit your turf

I hid a secret message inside of a wordsearch

Wit smeard letters, runnin together in blurred spurts

I hang wit male chauvinist pigs and perverts

Who point water pistols at women and squirt shirts

Been a bad boy since diapers and Gerber's

My first words were