feat. Frogg

[ 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
And check out the man
he goes by the name of er...

[ Verso 1 - 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 Shawn Holman
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat
worse than Ron Goldman

[ Ritornello - Eminem ]
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!!

[ Verso 2 - 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

[ Ritornello - Eminem ]

[ Verso 3 - 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 jaw,
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

[ Ritornello - Eminem ]

[ Outro - Eminem ]
Hey, fuck that!
Outsidaz
Pace One
Young Zee