[Part I: Quitter]
[Intro: Eminem]
Yo (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na)
I dedicate this to you (Hahahaha, yo)
To all my fans: keepin' y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself!
'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart condition and
Which I create, 'cause that's my mission
So listen close to what we say, because
This type of fag claims to never be gay
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I knew you was jealous from the day, that I met you!
I upset you 'cause I get respect, I bet you! (What?!)
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew! (C'mon!)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you (Aw)
Peckerwood mad, 'cause his record went wood
No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country-western rap records are good"
So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (Haha)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's tryin' to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in your ear
So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea
Figure you can diss me to jumpstart your career?
I punch you in your fuckin' chest, 'til your heart kicks in gear! (Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddies' nameless crew
Like I'ma say they names, so they can be famous too
[Intro: Eminem]
Yo (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na)
I dedicate this to you (Hahahaha, yo)
To all my fans: keepin' y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself!
'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart condition and
Which I create, 'cause that's my mission
So listen close to what we say, because
This type of fag claims to never be gay
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I knew you was jealous from the day, that I met you!
I upset you 'cause I get respect, I bet you! (What?!)
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew! (C'mon!)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you (Aw)
Peckerwood mad, 'cause his record went wood
No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country-western rap records are good"
So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (Haha)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's tryin' to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in your ear
So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea
Figure you can diss me to jumpstart your career?
I punch you in your fuckin' chest, 'til your heart kicks in gear! (Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddies' nameless crew
Like I'ma say they names, so they can be famous too
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