(Eminem). Ay yo. This next song is a true story. (Come here bitch!). Cause some things in this universe don't make sense. But somehow always seem to fuckin' work. VERSE ONE - Eminem. Driving down I-75 about to hop on 696. I look over this fucking chick's tryina' fix her makeup I'm like bitch?. You ain't a plastic surgeon I advise ya to put up your visor. I'm getting kinda ticked you're blocking my side mirror. She's like yeah? so? I'm like so?. You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' like that ho. I look like your husband slut? That's a rhetorical question. You talk to me like you talk to him I'll fuck you up. In fact get in the backseat like the rest of my dates. No bitch rides shotgun what? Taxi?. Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up?. Is that what you actually ask me?. (smack). Bitch reaches over and smacks me. And says I annoy the fuck outta her. Get in the fucking back put on your slut powder. You slut what? Shut the fuck up now or get your feelings hurt. Worse than my last chick when I accidentally butt dialed her. And she heard me spreading age rumors about her. Turn the radio up louder make it thump. While I bump that Relapse CD tryina' hit every bump. In that...till I snap back in that accent. Cause she kept asking me to stop callin' her CUNT. I SAID THAT CUNT. HOOK - Eminem. She said Marshall you ain't really like that oh oh oh. Your putting on a show where's your mic at?. Cause you're breaking my heart you're breaking my heart. x2. VERSE TWO - Royce. Uh pull up to the club in a Porsche not a Pinto. While Marshall's at a white trash party I'm at drama central. I walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter tweetin'. I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga cheesin'. I get approached by this little skeeser. She asked me if I'm the real G cause I'm Gucci from head to feet. I said yeah I'm really is cause I spit in your man's face. Like Cam did that kid on Killa Season. She said I'm feeling a bit of ego. Wait am I talking wrong?. I said nah I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song.. She said I'm mad at you I said why?. She said why you never make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?. I said I make songs for me leave the studio. And go and fuck the bitch who belongs to makin' songs for you. She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow can we hook up?. I said eh you just used the word swagger so NO. (hook). VERSE THREE - Eminem. We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I'm fucking hunchback. Where the fuck's this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?. Think it's an act? Fuck that I'm tryina' ...?....finest love shack. Or somewhere to fuck at eh? Don't touch that. You fat dyke I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad. Don't act like you don't like em' them accents. I rap tight and I'mma torture 'till we find this place yeah that's right. Thought it was just past this light past Van Dyke. Better hit that map right read them directions. Oh yeah you can't read and you can't write. Told me that last night she took my CD out the deck. Snapped in half like Relapse sucked. I snapped hit the gas like blew through the light. Spun out hit a patch of black ice. Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the back. We jackknifed bitch flew out of the car. I laughed like she deserved it. She didn't think I'd act like that in person. (Yo Royce Marshall just crashed right in front of the club!). VERSE FOUR - Royce. Tell him I'll be there in a minute I'm tryina break up this cat fight. Between my mistress and my damn wife. Then a chick wanted a hug but she was fat. So I gave her that and told her to scat. I'm not mean I'm cute. On my way to the front door taking the scenic route. To avoid this chick with a lace front. Lookin' like Venus and Serena's hooves. I'm jus' sayin' those chicks got horse asses they been attractive. Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets. My mind drifted back to this shit. I seen my wife push her down step over her body. And smack the mistress. Police outside I turn and pass the gat to Vishis. Then I step out and see my evil twin. He gives me an evil grin. He mugs the mistress turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses. Looks at me twisted like Nickel "watch this shit!". He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with. Looks back to mention "Royce it's good to be back to business". (hook). . . Develdiii