When I just a baby boy My momma used to tell me these things She used to tell me my was an evil man, She used to tell me he me But I got a little bit older And I realized, she was the one But there was nothin' I could do or say to try to it 'Cause that's the way she was
They said I can't rap about bein' no more ain't say I can't rap about coke no more Slut, you think I won't choke no Til the cords don't work in her throat no more?! motherfuckers are thinkin' I'm playin' Thinkin' I'm the shit Cause I'm it just to be sayin' it Put hands down bitch, I ain't goin' shoot you I'm a you to this bullet, and put it through you Shut up slut, you're too much chaos bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma? "Oh, now he's raping his own mother, a whore, Snorting coke, and we gave him the Stone cover?" You god damn right bitch, and now it's too I'm triple platinum and happen in two states I invented violence, you venomous volatile bitches Vain Vicadin, Vrinnn, Vrinn! Texas Chainsaw, left his all Danglin' from his neck, his head barely hangs on Blood, guts, guns, Knives, lives, wives, nuns,
Bitch I'm a kill you! You don't want to fuck me leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me Bitch I'm a kill you! You ain't got the balls to We ain't goin' never stop beefin' I squash the beef
You better kill me! I'm a be another dead For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't a But when they kill me I'm bringin' the world me Bitches too! You ain't nothin' but a to me I said you don't, want to fuck with (cause why?) 'Cause Shady, fuckin' kill you (ah-ha ha) I said you don't, to fuck with Shady (why?) 'Cause Shady, will fuckin' you
Bitch I'm a kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'm a you In a closet mildew, sheets, pillows and film you Buck with me, I through hell, shut the hell up! I'm tryin' to develop these pictures of the Devil to 'em It acid rap, I just rap on acid Got a new blow-up doll and had a strap-on added Whoops! Is that a subliminal No! Just criminal to sodomize women again Eminem offend? No! insult And if you ever give in to him, you give him an To do it again, then, if he it again probably end up jumpin' out of somethin' up on the tenth
Bitch I'm a kill you, I ain't this ain't the chorus I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the A is orange after you wash it three or four times In a tub but normal ain't it Norman? Serial hidin' murder material In a box on top of your stereo Here we go again, we're out of our Out of our minds, and we in yours, let us in
Eh-heh, why I say these things? Cause screams keep creepin' in Shady's dreams And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these This eighty G's a week to say the things threece! Twice? Whatever, I hate these shots! I hope the weed will outweigh these drinks Motherfuckers want me to come on radio shows Just to argue with 'em cause their ratings Fuck that! I'll choke radio to bouncer fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her From principal to the student and counselor From to before school to out of school I even believe in breathin' I'm leavin' air in your lungs Just to hear you keep for me to seep it Okay, I'm ready to go I go the machete O.J. I'm ready to make everyone's ache You faggots keep me on Til I have you at knife point, you beg me to stop? Shut up! Give me hands and feet I said shut up when I'm to you You me? Answer me!
Ha ha ha, I'm playin' ladies You know, I you