[Part I: Any Man]
[Intro: Eminem]
"Hi! Something's not right
Sorry, I'm mentally retarded
Slim Shady, I think that's my name—
Hi! Bye!"
[Verse: Eminem]
Original Bad Boy on the case, cover your face
Came in the place, blowed, and sprayed Puffy with mace
I laced the weed with insect repellant, better check the smellin'
Eminem starts with "E", better check the spellin'
With a capital, somebody grab me a Snapple
I got an aspirin capsule trapped in my Adam's apple
Somebody dropped me on my head, and I'm for sure
That my mother did it, but the bitch won't admit it was her
I slit her stomach open with a scalpel
When she was six months, and said: "I'm ready now, bitch!
Ain't you feelin' these kicks, cunt?!"
The world ain't ready for me yet, I can tell
I'll probably have a cell next to the furnace in Hell
I'm sicker than sperm cells with syphilis germs
And I'm hotter than my dick is when I piss and it burns
I kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach
And vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it
Hit you in the head with a brick 'til you plummet
If y'all don't like me, you can suck my dick 'til you numb it
And all that gibberish you was spittin', you need to kill it
'Cause your style is like dying in my sleep; I don't feel it
'Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan
For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills, and a minithin
Is fuckin' crazy, you hear me? (Huh?)
Is fuckin' crazy (Hello! Hi! All of use! Hi! Bye!)
[Intro: Eminem]
"Hi! Something's not right
Sorry, I'm mentally retarded
Slim Shady, I think that's my name—
Hi! Bye!"
[Verse: Eminem]
Original Bad Boy on the case, cover your face
Came in the place, blowed, and sprayed Puffy with mace
I laced the weed with insect repellant, better check the smellin'
Eminem starts with "E", better check the spellin'
With a capital, somebody grab me a Snapple
I got an aspirin capsule trapped in my Adam's apple
Somebody dropped me on my head, and I'm for sure
That my mother did it, but the bitch won't admit it was her
I slit her stomach open with a scalpel
When she was six months, and said: "I'm ready now, bitch!
Ain't you feelin' these kicks, cunt?!"
The world ain't ready for me yet, I can tell
I'll probably have a cell next to the furnace in Hell
I'm sicker than sperm cells with syphilis germs
And I'm hotter than my dick is when I piss and it burns
I kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach
And vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it
Hit you in the head with a brick 'til you plummet
If y'all don't like me, you can suck my dick 'til you numb it
And all that gibberish you was spittin', you need to kill it
'Cause your style is like dying in my sleep; I don't feel it
'Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan
For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills, and a minithin
Is fuckin' crazy, you hear me? (Huh?)
Is fuckin' crazy (Hello! Hi! All of use! Hi! Bye!)
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