[Verse 3: Eminem]
I'm like a white Michael Vick, psycho enough to stick
Michael J. Fox in a microwave with a Rott
I might make a little Alizé with a side of NyQuil
And ride a motorcycle bike right through the side of my high school
Satan's disciple with a sniper rifle and a knife and a white diaper
Lather the s*** on you while I snipe you
So dope he gets off opiates, what an appropriate
Way to start off his day; he may just smart off to Dre
He may be hard to contain cause his rage is so hard to gauge
See, Hannibal ate his face and made Jason gnaw off his leg
Amazing hard-on for razors and blades and anything sharp
Even poisonous darts; it all plays a major part of his game
Holy water won't ward him off, crucifixes won't do the trick
He's so sick, it's ridiculous; sawed the crazy part off his brain
He's still insane, watch them bloodstains on his carpet, mane
There's some crazy s*** going on in Shady's apartment again
Newsflash, I'm still trashed, them pills shoulda killed my a**
But they didn't, they just made me stronger
It's like they rebuilt my a**, like the Six Million Dollar Man after the crash
It's Aftermath, b****! And my milk glass is still half-empty
Yeah, tempt me! Hell isn't enough
They need to invent somewhere new to send me
As sick as I'm getting, they'll stick me in a conventional oven
With a rotisserie setting and won't even notice me sweating
s***, I done made a verse, said some foul s***
Tryna go back fix it, f***** around and just made it worse!
Yeah, I'm back, looking no worse for wear, got these haters
Mad enough to rip off their hair and start punching the air!
Panties so in a bunch that they can't function
It's Shady and Royce, f*** yeah! What a dysfunctional pair!
So stop acting like a punk, get a pair
Take a pill and fall the f*** out, spill ya lunch in the chair
Verse 9: Eminem]
I'll do a hundred-yard dash just to slash Kim Kardash in the a**
With a shard of glass from Nick Hogan's car crash
You may look like the passenger for that, don't be a smart a**
Yeah, laugh while sit there thinking that the hard part passed
You ain't seen pain 'til Leatherface flips, mane
I'll cut ya f*****' b**** off, homie, my saw's off the chain
I chopped the b**** in half with it, sawed off her legs
And the top half of the torso f*****' crawled off and sang
I ain't seen s*** like that since I went to Mike Jack's
And took the Elephant Man's skull, f***** it, and put it right back
Handed my d*** to Bubbles while he sucked it and licked my n******
Gave him a reacharound while I f***** him right in his b***crack
Nah, I ain't taking it back, f*****, f*** that!
I give a f*** about nothing so here's where you f***** up at
Don't go touching that can, man, you don't wanna open up that!
Wait a min... ah, s***... Alchemist, cut that!
I'm like a white Michael Vick, psycho enough to stick
Michael J. Fox in a microwave with a Rott
I might make a little Alizé with a side of NyQuil
And ride a motorcycle bike right through the side of my high school
Satan's disciple with a sniper rifle and a knife and a white diaper
Lather the s*** on you while I snipe you
So dope he gets off opiates, what an appropriate
Way to start off his day; he may just smart off to Dre
He may be hard to contain cause his rage is so hard to gauge
See, Hannibal ate his face and made Jason gnaw off his leg
Amazing hard-on for razors and blades and anything sharp
Even poisonous darts; it all plays a major part of his game
Holy water won't ward him off, crucifixes won't do the trick
He's so sick, it's ridiculous; sawed the crazy part off his brain
He's still insane, watch them bloodstains on his carpet, mane
There's some crazy s*** going on in Shady's apartment again
Newsflash, I'm still trashed, them pills shoulda killed my a**
But they didn't, they just made me stronger
It's like they rebuilt my a**, like the Six Million Dollar Man after the crash
It's Aftermath, b****! And my milk glass is still half-empty
Yeah, tempt me! Hell isn't enough
They need to invent somewhere new to send me
As sick as I'm getting, they'll stick me in a conventional oven
With a rotisserie setting and won't even notice me sweating
s***, I done made a verse, said some foul s***
Tryna go back fix it, f***** around and just made it worse!
Yeah, I'm back, looking no worse for wear, got these haters
Mad enough to rip off their hair and start punching the air!
Panties so in a bunch that they can't function
It's Shady and Royce, f*** yeah! What a dysfunctional pair!
So stop acting like a punk, get a pair
Take a pill and fall the f*** out, spill ya lunch in the chair
Verse 9: Eminem]
I'll do a hundred-yard dash just to slash Kim Kardash in the a**
With a shard of glass from Nick Hogan's car crash
You may look like the passenger for that, don't be a smart a**
Yeah, laugh while sit there thinking that the hard part passed
You ain't seen pain 'til Leatherface flips, mane
I'll cut ya f*****' b**** off, homie, my saw's off the chain
I chopped the b**** in half with it, sawed off her legs
And the top half of the torso f*****' crawled off and sang
I ain't seen s*** like that since I went to Mike Jack's
And took the Elephant Man's skull, f***** it, and put it right back
Handed my d*** to Bubbles while he sucked it and licked my n******
Gave him a reacharound while I f***** him right in his b***crack
Nah, I ain't taking it back, f*****, f*** that!
I give a f*** about nothing so here's where you f***** up at
Don't go touching that can, man, you don't wanna open up that!
Wait a min... ah, s***... Alchemist, cut that!