Whoah!
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A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
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and like, back and forth because ah
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this is.. what you thought it wasn't
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It beez.. the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
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I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in background*
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And check out the man he goes by the name of er...
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Verse One: Eminem
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Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
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I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady
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I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
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Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
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You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
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You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
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Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open
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I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then
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My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
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I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
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Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
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Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
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Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin
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You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
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The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton
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I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman
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Chorus:
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So when you see me on your block with two glocks
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Screamin _Fuck the World_ like Tupac
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I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
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Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin
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tellin your boys that I'm on crack
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I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
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So put my tape back on the rack
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Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
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I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
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But see me on the street and duck
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Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
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Cause I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
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Verse Two: Eminem
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I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a Miilkbone
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I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
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I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
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I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin
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Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
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I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
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I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
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This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
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But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
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Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
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Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion
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Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion
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The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
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Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
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Half animal, half man
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Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin t
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rash can
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With more holes than an Afghan
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Eminem
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Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
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I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine
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I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin
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Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion
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Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure
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I'll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher
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I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
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Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes
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In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush
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Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
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Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
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Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team
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Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian
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Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
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I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on th
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e median
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Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in
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Chorus
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Outro: Eminem
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Hey, fuck that!
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Outsidaz..
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Pace One..
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Young Zee..
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Just Don't Give A F***
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| Eminem |
