Yo T. What?. Get in the backroom. And speak the truth to the young youth!. Hey ' don't leave home without your cars. But this is hip hop so don't leave home without your balls. And for some of these rap start that's just too bad. You can't bring out the balls that you ain't never had!. It's Eminem it's Slaughterhouse. Yeah you know we're the truth. And the game and all the audiences we close the booth!. Yes indeed original speak the replacement cause. The back room will never be what the basement was!. Yeah I'm the realest mother** that I know. Wasn't always the case guess you figured I had to grow. I do it for the love I don't do it for the dough. But I know these sucker figures well so they keep me on my toes. What that is I couldn't tell you what I'm hated for. And the painkillers didn't murder pain they gave me more!. These friends on my head now they say they want to hold you. I grew up mature you all could see that this an old joke!. Want to see me lose every battle with depression. No matter what it do to me no matter my regression. They want to see me fall want to ruin my regiment from the start. Want to cut the beat off soon as I let 'em in my heart!. I'd be the first to admit it lost focus for a while. Sending unsolicited bitch... to' shit. Was so high I lost track of my ways. Then I fell in love with a baby and got mad at her age. The way she act and behave was it an act or a phase?. How you trife when I gave you life you was lacking in wage!. You don't want say hi or speak to me. Bet you making 200 dollars by weekly. Try to help the world out bring some reparation. And forget being humble in a state of desperation. Ain't gotta ask what to help with no hesitation. And for me to deal with it I might need some meditation!. I love you but its best we stay apart segregation. And to cope with the feeling I might need some medication. Trust me I don't never want to see that side of Joe. It would kill us all slow. One reason I'm the realest mother-mother I know!. Hey hey!. Ya it's Nickle riding round in that Maserati four seat. Symbol on the grill looking like Tony Stark's gold teeth. Best rapper alive and you know me. The most distinguished shooter. That's coming up out of the D since Joe D. I take mines at lead point. At the risk of having to shave my garlic clove. In a razor inside a fed joint uh. Hip hop is alive but the rhymes died. Only fear I have is hear world star being yelled from my blind side. Don't get me wrong it ain't like I ain't never lost a fight. But these days I'm more like a lyrical artist. I'm outlining everybody in chalk white. The off-beat deceased version of Dr. Narcisse. The same blueprint your idolizing. You're trying to jump fast that's foolish. If you're my drunk past and handing me my pilot's license. That's plain stupid your boys a star. Sitting in that drop top fish bowl and the doors ajar. Its ironic I remember when I couldn't afford a car. And now it's back and forth. the black one or white one I call 'em Macklemore. And Lord Jamar first we defying the odds. We not a group we more like a circular firing squad!. This not a booth this is our house and we won't stop. We killed the ' two times already. What you gonna give us an award?. But we won't stop for shutting down the internet. Now tell your momma how I tell Rihanna 'we ain't finished yet! '. Yo yo. When we step in that booth that's when the flame enters. Best spit make any set trip yeah its the gang members. Waving that shady flag navy jag matching the' fit. With the polo brief showing due to the lazy sag. I'm in a crazy kind of place. I got this thing right on my waist. That'll leave tears on your baby momma's face so chill!. I'm in a crazy kind of place I got this thing below my waist. That'll leave kids on your baby momma's face for real!. The flow gets cracked as it came in capsules. Your cap just started snapping. My starter caps was snapping when cross color was cracking. And my cane was half full. With the half moon park hope you rap dudes smart. Don't piss me off like the bathroom mop. You don't want it with me!. If I'm throwing hooks at you that don't mean the chorus for free. So save your jabs its way better. If I start throwing jabs. I'm talking Zabs first three round against May weather. Yeah I'm a crook from the brook that mastered how'. Shook turned notebook broke cook I'm so dope look. Bring the beat back with no hook just bars. Just a thing of ours that make their pants drop. Make 'em open up their bras move G strings like guitars. That's nothing that's something light like wrestling at the bar!. Y. A. O. W. A if y'all ain't saying yaowa by now you got nothing to say. This like NWO vs NWA. y'all like the rockers verse the Roc full of nothing but J-s!. Check the rocks its nothing for gazing. But don't get stupid my ' clique will throw shots for a couple of days. Make it horny when we out. 'horror y'all don't want it with the house!. Yo yo slaughter season y'all the reason. Real dudes I'm bringing some mo in. Like a Polynesian. Sick with the llama squeezing. Bullets flew and the chopper sneezing. Got your body and legs torn but before you was airborne. You was Bob and weaving. Still getting hit till your no's is '. They set you deep in your coffin sleeping. I'm gone off the deep end. I'm a wolf this industry my sheep skin. I'm out here hunting with my ink pen. I'm living like a kingpin!. Doing it for my g's in the pen. Dreaming about two-piecing a police chief's chin. You rappers something candy coated I don't like suckers. I'm iron mike I don't like busters. You looking for 'em fly dudes like Orville and Wilbur. You got the right brothers no bright jeans no bright colors no!. I'm the second coming the one that Pac predicted. Islamic Gnostic and Christian the flow so godly you got to listen!. I back you in I dodge 'em in it. Like MC8 in a L. A. hat. These rappers straight trying dodge a menace. I'm looking at your videos look like your watching tennis. Brothers dressed like Maria Sharapova wearing yoga pants. Meanwhile Big Poppa was rocking linens. I guess that era's over man hold on!. I'm splitting atoms when the scientific spitting is getting at 'em. I give 'em different patterns. They didn't phantom they're stealing my styles!. Before me you didn't have 'em. You rappers made in my image like when God was inventing Adam. Stab 'em in the abdomen when its crunch time. I truly flip like May weather pissed of at a movie script. Too many punch lines!. Family I'm amongst mine!. I keep the peace like a monks mind. 'your favorite barber. Leave you in an old bush like an unshaven Barbara. Don't stop what we doing. When you see L. A. your team will be ruined!. This game need a new villain. I'm the kind to murder you on vine. Uh kill 'em!. Ladies and gentleman now introducing. The man beneath the legend. Mr. Marshall man aka Slim Shady!. Yo! Role model?. I'll roll a model down a hill over broke bottles of coke products. If she don't swallow and' till the bumper hit the throttle. While I'm trying hit the pot holes. I'll freaking take Madonna to McDonalds!. Any' end up horizontal getting fondle. I don't cuddle I don't coddle!. Only motto that I follow. Is any thing I drive whether its a Navajo or a Tahoe. It's got a ho in it nah ho. I don't got no freaking bronco!. You looking for a buck get a horse '. I got a rusty Hondo with some bondo. And a box of condoms you little blond '. Fuck me? fuck you too!. Like I'm at Bonnaroo booing Bono. And I ain't from this planet so '. I'm intolerable too volatile. Screw it! I don't got too make honor roll. To be on a roll I don't know much. What I do know I do it pronto though!. So knock it off all these knock off me's. The last thing the world needs is another me. But if you think this is part two. To recovery or love the way you lie part twelve. Or something heart felt you bout to make a discovery. Like you found Christopher Columbus' compass. And dumb it down for you dumb fucks so suck it. I took your best punch line like a punch in the stomach. That punctured a lung punk and I'm still functioning from it. Chump it was nothing now watch while I fucking one up it and toot my own horn. Once I think its something to trump it. And I don't need a fucking instrument to sound off. Like the trunk of an elephant to triumphant. Return of the ether spitting retard reborn. But chances of you having another re-birth slim to none. Like a skinny Mother Theresa. Give a fuck if its Easter. So kiss my '. Cause that's the only thing ill turn the other cheek for!