Oh yeah, this is Eminem baby, back up in that motherfucking ass

One time for your mother fucking mind, we represent the 313

You know what I'm saying?, cause they don't know shit about this

For the 9-6



[Verse 1]

Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction

To get your brain relaxin, a zany actin maniac in action

A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction

You look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks run

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills

I'm sliming grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects

And twisting necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects

Put this in decks and check the monologue, turn your system up

Twist 'em up, and indulge in the marijuana smog

This is the season for noise pollution contamination

Examination of more cartoons than animation

My lamination of narration

Hits the snare and bass in a track for duck rapper interrogation

When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be staring, gazing

I turn the stage into a barren wasteland...

I'm Infinite



[Chorus]

You heard of hell well I was sent from it

I went to it servin a sentence for murdering instruments

Now I'm trying to repent from it

But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...

I'm Infinite



{*scratches