Yo. (Yo). Look!. (Yo). (Chorus 1). Eminem-. No matter what people say. I'm gon' keep rapping this way. No matter what you may think. I'm gon' keep doing my thing. One of the worst things. Is fat bald men decided to write songs. And teach Mouseketeers to sing. I'll stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors. So she gets fifty years of bad luck. Club and swear at Christina Aguilera. When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara. (Bitch!). You aware of this rap terrorist with a therapist. With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants. Got a habit of holding Tylenol in his hands. Till it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands. (So who is it?). The fool who visits the playground. With two biscuits to lay down the school district. Get pissed with a whip with a Marseburg. With a pistol grip and fed pit bull shit. Sniff glue sticks like I give two shits. If I get too rich I just get sued. Redman-. Yo I leave with no engine. After I blow four in ya. One handstand on top of your ninja. Crashin' Doc stir the madness. We all out of work like Tony Atlas. Walking with cans in a laundry basket. America's most with the army after us. Fuck flossin' we take what's yours. Unload fifteen like an ace and four. I'm out of work but Doc laid them off. (Shit! The power's out). The tape is off. Yo who target it from arsonists?. Paper make pens filled with arsenic. I got hoes that don't know what Prada is. Doc can shave up cut your barber miss. ?. I turn out camps in to crystal lakes. And fuck bitches face is what I'mma do. Cause that's what white boy Tyno do. (Chorus 2). Eminem-. So how's everybody doing tonight?. Hope you in the mood to get drunk. To screw and to fight. Cause uh we getting down for the fuck of it. So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this. (Chorus 3). Redman-. So how's everybody feeling tonight?. Hope you in the mood to get rude. And illin' to fight. Cause uh we getting down for the fuck of it. So suck my dick if you don't wanna bump. (Chorus 1). Redman-. Yo when my gat spit it hospital son admitted. Rip your lips off kiss my ass with it. Slap bitches Doc Marshall Maths... (Print it!). We ex and ass of tabs did it. I'm what's happening with no rerun. Doc rob Dinero when the heat come. My barrel hangs out the Camero. Aimed at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe from. Flash the gat your town bow guarded. Your wallet your chain the main target. Beef is like cold engine don't start it. Bust in the air and hit an airplane pilot. We pound you rap surround sounds around you. From ten speed and brown shoe. Doc and Eminem cock the M&M. Blood flows with 2Paclypse and them. It's like Funk Doctor. Eminem-. Mr. Punk Rocker. Got the drug stock inside the lunch box. Pop junk like I just got jumped. Pop the trunk and pull out the shotgun pump. Knock wood it's all good. Thank God for vodka. But with my luck I'll probably get shot by a stalker. Probably got a Fanatic waiting upstairs in the attic. With an automatic calling me up there. My man Stan with a gat in his hand. Staking my house out in a damn tinted Sedan. Pull your mouth out till you can't finish a damn. Ham sandwich or your canned spinach or Spam. You gotta sip through a straw. Shop lift through the mall. Pictures of me on my mom's living room wall. Hey ma maybe I'll give you a call. SIKE! YOU FUCKING BITCH!. Suck a dick and two balls. I'm giving you all my shocking script. Which is to piss a priest off with this. Pop more pills than police officers. Arrive at the scene to pull me off of Kim. Teeth off my dick hands off my balls. But y'all can kiss my ass pants off and all. Cause I'm so goddamn off the wall. I might as well be a painting smashed on the floor. (Chorus 3). (Chorus 2). (Chorus 1). Eminem-. No matter what people say. I'm gon' keep doing my thing. No matter OH!.