[Chainsaw revving]. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. [Eminem]. Got a shit-eatin' grin. Bitch show me them itty-bitty titties again. We're in Sin City. Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to dope. Diggity bitch you need to run. And go get your frigity-friends. I'm lookin' at your bum-stickity-bum hun. The mickity mack's bickity back don't act wickity-wack. You can get the fickity-finger; the middle. You little dizzy bitch sit and spig-a-tee-spin. Got a 6 o'clock cravin' stop get Ciroc. It's 'bout to be an unbelievable night. I called it surreal Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in. Hit the spot spot my next victim. I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'. Came to sip vodka shit. Yeah that little chick is hot but if she got rabies. I wouldn't give the bitch a shot I'd poke her in the rear. But I bet if I licked her she'd try to chase me (Ha-ha). What are you: pit rott mixed?. Or you just got fixed well shit then let's lip-lock. If not then chicks piss off you snobby little pig snot nose. You think you're hot shit cause you're in heat. Well bitch if you're solar then I'm your polar opposite dog. Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks poppin' shit. Talkin' it walkin' it spit boxin'. My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots. Like this shit's hoppin'. And drip-droppin' in chocolatey whip-toppin'. So whether you're hip-hop Slipknot B. I. G.  Pac. Kid Rock Kris Kross Rick Ross you'll dig this. If not then kick rocks in flip flops. And I produced the track. So you don't have to ask who it is. When this shit knocks (Turn up!). So bring clairvoyance to this bangin'. And I'm a keep on sayin'. All the shit I should be hung for. And probably killed for sayin'. And I probably will but not until the day I pop a pill again. Like choppin' 'til I'm droppin'. Still if that don't do the job of killin' Shady. Then the karma will. They sayin' I must bring it as Mohammad. Until the Parkinson's done eat away my brain. And made me Robin Williams crazy. Or I end up with dementia but you rockin' with a sadist. Hate to say this but if the thought is entertainin'. I ain't stoppin' till we sprayed it. Oh my god for real man not again I'm shakin'. But before I tie a rope around this nob. If they don't like it got a knob that they can slob on until. Wait I just forgot what I was thinkin'. What's it called again? I'm blankin'. The thing above the balls between my legs. And I think I can feel it dangling. It's throbbing and it's veiny. Wait I think I got it okay bitch I got you. Robin Williams hangin'. Go hang in the lobby unless you came to slob me. Come on kemosabe. It's past time like your favorite hobby. Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick. Then she grab me by the nuts. And tried to take my sausage as a hostage. Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer. Or should I say Cobainer?. That she's plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit. Gotta wean her off it weiner off it. Like she took my fucking penis chopped it. And stuck it up between her armpits. And she begun to swing a crumpet knife. And paint the carpet at least. That's what her train of thought is. Cause I came saw conquered hit it quit it. And made up a plate of bonkers. And I always end up giving these bitches some complex. And I don't mean apartment. So spread your feet apart. And let me see you do some yoga stretches splits. Now grab this Cuisinart. And make me breakfast bitch that's a prerequisite. And that's just to get in this bedroom bitch. Walked up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?). Said my name is Booger wanna catch a flick?. I'll even let you pick make her fetch a stick. Bet you if you get this old dog these new tricks. To get familiar with I'll learn extra quick. Kick a pregnant bitch oops I guess the shit. Took an unexpected twist. Like the neck of the freaking exorcist. Cha-cha-cha. Bitch I said that this mask ain't for hockey. Hate Versace Versace I got Münchhausen by proxy. I'm making you sick don't pretend you can't hear me. You deaf girl I said you was foxy. I'll tell a bitch like Bizarre. Bitch shut the fuck up and get in my car. And suck my fucking dick while I take a shit. And I think with my dick so come blow my mind. And it tastes like humble pie. So swallow my pride you're lucky just to follow my ride. If I let you run alongside the Humvee. Unless you're Nicki grab you by the wrist let's ski. So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy. You gon' blow that rape whistle on me. (Squee!) I love it. 'Fore I get lost with the gettin' off. Like this is our exit now lets hit the highway. And try not to get lost. 'Till we get to Las Vegas. (Party do it 'till tomorrow). Vegas. 'Till we get to Las Vegas. (Party do it 'till tomorrow). Vegas. 'Till we get to Las Vegas. (Party do it 'till tomorrow). Vegas. 'Till we get to Las Vegas. (Party do it 'till tomorrow). Vegas. Whatever happens here stays here. So let's go all the way dear. Til we get to Las Vegas. [Royce da 5'9]. Whatever happens in my room. It stays in my room like movie night like cable. Treat every women in my stable like flavors. Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days. In 7 nights in the Days Inn it's Hot Vegas. We roll in circles and packs we the lifesavers. She got a boyfriend I got a toy then. I'll bring it with me when I show up to her crib waving. And I ain't tryna meet a nice neighbor. I'm so Jay Electronic I'm cut like I'm all out of razors. And all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on it. Neck so frozen it look like I walked in a jewelry store. With a about a million dollars with your mama. And sat down did an ALS challenge haan. I stole that adlib from French Bad & Evil back at it again. About to get my back tatted again. About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand. Sitting on a bike in the sand. If you ain't been through nothing. Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you. Like likes on the Gram. If she current I keep her pussy. Purring like the pipes on a Lamb. Weed got her so chinky eyed. Look like she been getting high on a flight to Japan. I keep my jewelry on while I'm fucking. Sound like I'm shaking up dice in a can. Listen though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss. If this is my passion. I learn to give those who don't appreciate my presence. The gift of my absence. I don't know who you been listening to. Got me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken coop. Bitch I don't give a two shits. Bitch get the fuck out of my face. To make a long story short I don't really gotta stand there. And listen to you while you throw a silly tantrum. Even though I have an affinity for a witty banter. Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer. Hold up she misunderstood me. I said saint por favor. Thought I said the Wraith had four doors. I knock a nigga face off. Give him the bottom of the nine. Like a baseball scoreboard (whatever...). I leave the club with my tab still open. Won't even get a cab for you and your friend. The only fear I have is of loathing. And I won't even kick in 'till we get to Las Vegas. [Eminem]. (Party do it 'till tomorrow). Vegas. 'Till we get to Las Vegas. (Party do it 'till tomorrow). Vegas. 'Till we get to Las Vegas. (Party do it 'till tomorrow). Vegas. 'Till we get to Las Vegas. (Party do it 'till tomorrow). Vegas. Whatever happens here stays here. So let's go all the way dear. Til we get to Las Vegas