on autopilot Before I touch dirt, I'll kill you all with kindness I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse You've been warned if you've been born or if you
, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, till you get sore Smack that, oooh [AKON] Shorty if you want to ride, you can ride on me
best if you don't wanna fuck with me But you know me probably best, fuck pity You want that? You know it's like ?. chest Tough titty, the problems, you
your booty shawty Im the shit Why you think Proof used to call me Doody You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red You can get 'til that ass get red Bizarre you get him and him, Swift you get him
maniac in action A brainiac in fact son you mainly lack attraction You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun My rhyming skills got you
you going? What are you bananas?, You can't go back there stupid ass, I've just seen a woman in a Freddy Krueger mask, Who the fuck are you, superman? All you
the fuck passed you the mic and said that you can flow? (scratched in) I wanna know, I wanna know Verse 1: Eminem I'll have you taken back to Christ when you
brick til' you plummet If y'all don't like me, you can suck my dick til' you numb it And all that gibberish you was spittin', you need to kill it 'Cause
Warning, this shit's gon' be rated R, restricted You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self inflicted Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick
313 None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna be one see [Eminem:] Man what you
be true, till I told this bitch in gym class That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed slim fast (Who me?) Yeah bitch you so big you walked into big
and blow our label down But our building's made out of bricks So you ain't taking out shit I dawg you just did a song with Bobby Brown So now you try
most is you won't admit you was wrong Bitch, do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom But how dare you try to take what you didn't help
my house like trophies Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Hoe please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you
you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions I'll kill you Bitch I'm fuckin' For real I'll make you suffer like I suffered If you fuck me then I'll make you
Lil Jon:] Lean Back, Lean Back, lean back (eminem What's Up!) [Verse 2: Eminem (with Lil Jon in back round)] You don't want no problems with Harlem You
trophies But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze Hoe Please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees Who you think brought you