Nah man, not quite finished yet...
Girl I think,
you just mighta just try-ta pull a muhfuckin fast one I'm mad
You just hurt my god d*** feeling, and that was the last one I had
Does this look like an arcade, trying to play games, see the saw blade
See the silhouette, of a stalker in your walk way, better cooperate
Or get sautéed, and rotisserie, while you're hog tied
MCs get so quiet, you can hear em all f****** dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin on that a** like the f***** Fall Guy
I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat like a mogai
Cuz it will turn into a gremlin and run over kids women & men
Vrrrrrn vrrrn! motor so big you can fit a midget in its engine
b**** gimme them digits while your cringin'
Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin,
Will I spen-spend even ten cents on you
Since when do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty penny
s*** if I think a penny's pretty,
Just image how beautiful, a quarter is to me
Ee-nee-mee-nee-my-nee-moe, catch an Eskimo by his toe
While he's tryin to roll a s*****ll but, don't make him lose his cool
If he hollers better let him go yo
(You Don't own me, here we go, go, go!)
Get up baby get a move on, like a U-Haul
You can rack your brain like pool b****
You won't ever think of this s***, yeah honey you called?
Well here I come, havoc on the beat, I wreak it
Evil, I see hear and speak it
Lady put your money on shady, f*** that other weak s***
Put your eggs in the same basket,
You can count every m*********** chicken 'fore it hatches
Cuz, you can bet your a** that, we gonna get it crackin
Like the Kraken & t**ans, when they clash and,
Get your brains bashin so bad,
You gonna have Kurt Cobain asking to autograph on a blood stained napkin
Unfashionable, about as rational as a rash on a f**'s a******
Now let's take that line, run it up the flag pole with Elton
See if he's cool with it, don't stand there and look stupid at me b****
I ain't in the mood for the s***, gif my d***, Google it till it pops up
Ya'll are so m*********** full of s*** that your stocked up
Me, I'm always s***tin diarrhea at the mouth,
Till your speakers c*** out (pthhhhp)
Ha, what? girl you got a hot b***, like a lit cigarette
But you won't get a hot fudge Sunday from me,
So do not strut my way s***, because...
(You Don't own me, here we go, go, go!)
And now that I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an uproar
I'ma show you why I came, so you stop asking me what the f*** for
Not look you little s***-c***-w****, I know you want more
b**** it's time to put the math back in the Mathers
Cuz I'm a f*****' [problem], run boy!
Every flow, got it mastered,
So every last word, hat you f*****' f*** heard
Comes straight from the fish's a**,
Yeah, in other words, I'm a bass-terd [b******]
Lookin' at me like a killed Kenny, gas in the tank? Yeah still plenty
No morals, are instilled in me, so remorse, I really don't feel any
Eat your heart out Hannibal, understandable why you're jealous
f*****' animal, I got cannibal magnetism
Can't resist 'em now can ya hoe?
Shady, I don't understand ya flow, understand my flow
b**** I flow, like Troy Polamalu's hair, boy
Don't you dare try to follow or compare boy
I'm raw, you ain't even medium rare, stay the f*** outta my hair boy
You can look, you can stare, point,
But you can't touch I'm too clairvoyant
I don't get it man, is there a void,
All this weak s***, what are my steroids?
Well b****, I'm back with some s*** for that a**,
In ya trunk elephant hemorrhoids
And remember boys...
(You Don't own me, here we go, go, go!)
Thank you for coming out. Hope you enjoyed the show.
Until next time... peace.
Girl I think,
you just mighta just try-ta pull a muhfuckin fast one I'm mad
You just hurt my god d*** feeling, and that was the last one I had
Does this look like an arcade, trying to play games, see the saw blade
See the silhouette, of a stalker in your walk way, better cooperate
Or get sautéed, and rotisserie, while you're hog tied
MCs get so quiet, you can hear em all f****** dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin on that a** like the f***** Fall Guy
I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat like a mogai
Cuz it will turn into a gremlin and run over kids women & men
Vrrrrrn vrrrn! motor so big you can fit a midget in its engine
b**** gimme them digits while your cringin'
Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin,
Will I spen-spend even ten cents on you
Since when do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty penny
s*** if I think a penny's pretty,
Just image how beautiful, a quarter is to me
Ee-nee-mee-nee-my-nee-moe, catch an Eskimo by his toe
While he's tryin to roll a s*****ll but, don't make him lose his cool
If he hollers better let him go yo
(You Don't own me, here we go, go, go!)
Get up baby get a move on, like a U-Haul
You can rack your brain like pool b****
You won't ever think of this s***, yeah honey you called?
Well here I come, havoc on the beat, I wreak it
Evil, I see hear and speak it
Lady put your money on shady, f*** that other weak s***
Put your eggs in the same basket,
You can count every m*********** chicken 'fore it hatches
Cuz, you can bet your a** that, we gonna get it crackin
Like the Kraken & t**ans, when they clash and,
Get your brains bashin so bad,
You gonna have Kurt Cobain asking to autograph on a blood stained napkin
Unfashionable, about as rational as a rash on a f**'s a******
Now let's take that line, run it up the flag pole with Elton
See if he's cool with it, don't stand there and look stupid at me b****
I ain't in the mood for the s***, gif my d***, Google it till it pops up
Ya'll are so m*********** full of s*** that your stocked up
Me, I'm always s***tin diarrhea at the mouth,
Till your speakers c*** out (pthhhhp)
Ha, what? girl you got a hot b***, like a lit cigarette
But you won't get a hot fudge Sunday from me,
So do not strut my way s***, because...
(You Don't own me, here we go, go, go!)
And now that I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an uproar
I'ma show you why I came, so you stop asking me what the f*** for
Not look you little s***-c***-w****, I know you want more
b**** it's time to put the math back in the Mathers
Cuz I'm a f*****' [problem], run boy!
Every flow, got it mastered,
So every last word, hat you f*****' f*** heard
Comes straight from the fish's a**,
Yeah, in other words, I'm a bass-terd [b******]
Lookin' at me like a killed Kenny, gas in the tank? Yeah still plenty
No morals, are instilled in me, so remorse, I really don't feel any
Eat your heart out Hannibal, understandable why you're jealous
f*****' animal, I got cannibal magnetism
Can't resist 'em now can ya hoe?
Shady, I don't understand ya flow, understand my flow
b**** I flow, like Troy Polamalu's hair, boy
Don't you dare try to follow or compare boy
I'm raw, you ain't even medium rare, stay the f*** outta my hair boy
You can look, you can stare, point,
But you can't touch I'm too clairvoyant
I don't get it man, is there a void,
All this weak s***, what are my steroids?
Well b****, I'm back with some s*** for that a**,
In ya trunk elephant hemorrhoids
And remember boys...
(You Don't own me, here we go, go, go!)
Thank you for coming out. Hope you enjoyed the show.
Until next time... peace.