Look I was gonna go easy on you. And not to hurt your feelings. But I'm only going to get this one chance. Something's wrong I can feel it. Just a feeling I've got. Like something's about to happen. But I don't know what. If that means what I think it means. We're in trouble big trouble. And if he is as bananas as you say. I'm not taking any chances. You were just what the doctor ordered. I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God Rap God. All my people from the front to the back nod back nod. Now who thinks their arms. Are long enough to slapbox slapbox?. They said I rap like a robot. So call me Rapbot. But for me to rap like a computer. Must be in my genes. I got a laptop in my back pocket. My pen'll go off when I half-cock it. Got a fat knot from that rap profit. Made a living and a killing off it. Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office. With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack. I'm an Mc still as honest. But as rude and as indecent as all hell. Syllables killaholic (Kill 'em all with). This slickety gibbedy hibbedy hip hop. You don't really wanna get into a pissing match. With this rappidy rap. Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac. Pack backpack rap yep yackidy-yac. And at the exact same time. I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts. While I'm practicing that. I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table. Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half. Only realized it was ironic. I was under Aftermath after the fact. How could I not blow?. All I do is drop F-bombs. Feel my wrath of attack. Rappers are having a rough time period. Here's a maxipad. It's actually disastrously bad for the wack. While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as. I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God Rap God. All my people from the front to the back nod back nod. Now who thinks their arms. Are long enough to slapbox slapbox?. Let me show you maintaining. This shit ain't that hard that hard. Everybody want the key. And the secret to rap immortality like I have got. Well to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage. And youthful exuberance. Everybody loves to root for a nuisance. Hit the earth like an asteroid. Did nothing but shoot for the moon since. Mc's get taken to school with this music. Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme. Now I lead a new school full of students. Me? I'm a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz 2pac N. W. A Cube hey Doc Ren Yella Eazy. Thank you they got Slim. Inspired enough to one day grow up. Blow up and be in a position. To meet Run Dmc and induct them. Into the motherfuckin' Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame. Even though I walk in the church. And burst in a ball of flames. Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame. On the wall of shame. You fags think it's all a game. 'Til I walk a flock of flames. Off of planking tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?. Little gay looking boy. So gay I can barely say it. With a straight face looking boy. You witnessing a massacre. Like you watching a church gathering. Take place looking boy. Oy vey that boy's gay. That's all they say looking boy. You get a thumbs up pat on the back. And a way to go from your label everyday. Looking boy. Hey looking boy what you say looking boy?. I got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy. I'mma work for everything I have. Never ask nobody for shit. Get outta my face looking boy. Basically boy you're never gonna be capable. To keep up with the same pace looking boy. I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God Rap God. All my people from the front to the back nod back nod. The way I'm racing around the track. Call me Nascar Nascar. Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park. The White Trash God. Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton. No Asgard Asgard. So you be Thor and I'll be Odin. You rodent I'm omnipotent. Let off then I'm reloading immediately. With these bombs I'm totin'. And I should not be woken. I'm the walking dead but I'm just a talking head. A zombie floating. But I got your mom deep throating. I'm out my ramen noodle. We have nothing in common poodle. I'm a doberman pinch yourself in the arm. And pay homage pupil. It's me my honesty's brutal. But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though. For good at least once in a while. So I wanna make sure somewhere. In this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle. Enough rhymes to maybe to try. And help get some people through tough times. But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case. 'Cause even you unsigned. Rappers are hungry looking at me. Like it's lunchtime. I know there was a time where once I. Was king of the underground. But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind. So I crunch rhymes but sometimes when you combine. Appeal with the skin color of mine. You get too big. And here they come trying to censor you. Like that one line I said on "I'm Back". From the Marshall Mathers Lp. One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine. Put 'em all in a line add an Ak-47 a revolver and a nine. See if I get away with it now. That I ain't as big as I was. But I've Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal. You're stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though. And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for. You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows. You're like normal fuck being normal. And I just bought a new Raygun from the future. To just come and shoot ya like. When Fabolous made Ray J mad. Cause Fab said he looked like a fag. At Maywhether's pad. Singin' to a man while they played piano. Man oh man that was a 24 7 special. On the cable channel. So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day. ''Hey Fab I'mma kill you''. Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed. (Jj Fad). Uh sama lamaa duma lamaa. You assuming I'm a human. What I gotta do to get it through to you. I'm superhuman. Innovative and I'm made of rubber. So that anything you saying. Ricocheting off of me. And it'll glue to you. I'm never stating. More than never demonstrating. How to give a motherfuckin' audience. A feeling like it's levitating. Never fading. And I know that the haters are forever waiting. For the day that they can say I fell off. They'd be celebrating. 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated. I make elevating music you make elevator music. Oh he's too mainstream. Well that's what they do. When they get jealous they confuse it. It's not hip hop it's pop cause I found a hella way to fuse it. With rock shock rap with Doc. Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it. I don't know how to make songs like that. I don't know what words to use. Let me know when it occurs to you. While I'm ripping any one of these verses. Diverse as you. It's curtains I'm inadvertently hurtin' you. How many verses I gotta murder to prove. That if you're half as nice at songs. You can sacrifice virgins too. School flunkie pill junky. But look at the accolades the skills brung me. Full of myself but still hungry. I bully myself cause I make me do. What I put my mind to. And I'm a million leagues above you. Ill when I speak in tongues. But it's still tongue in cheek fuck you. I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel. I'm asleep in the front seat. Bumping Heavy D and the Boys still "Chunky But Funky". But in my head there's something. I can feel tugging and struggling. Angels fight with devils. Here's what they want from me. They asking me to eliminate. Some of the women hate. But if you take into consideration. The bitter hatred that I had. Then you may be a little patient. And more symphatetic to the situation. And understand the discrimation. But fuck it life's handing you lemons make lemonade then. But if I can't batter the women how the fuck. Am I supposed to bake them a cake then?. Don't mistake it for Satan. It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas. And take a vacation to trip a broad. And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard. Be a king? Think not. Why be a king when you can be a God?