Slim Shady brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M80 you Lil' like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin Dirty Dozen naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherf**ker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it f**k it while we comin out in the open
I'm doin acid crack smack coke and smokin d**e then
My name is Marshall Mathers I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your a**
B**ch I'm comin out swingin so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the f**k out like Mike Tyson
The +Proof+ is in the puddin just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherf**kin throat worse than Ron Goldman
[Chorus:]
So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin _F**k the World_ like Tupac
I just don't give a fuuuuuck
Talkin that sh*t behind my back dirty mackin
Tellin your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuuuuuck
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my sh*t is wack
I just don't give a fuuuuuck
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gon' get stuck stoned and snuffed
Cause I just don't give a fuuuuuck
I'm Nicer than Pete but I'm on a Serch to crush a Miilkbone
I'm Everlast-ing I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin
Flavor with no seasonin this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye )
Extortion snortin supportin abortion
Pathological liar blowin sh*t out of proportion
The looniest zaniest spontaneous sporadic
Impulsive thinker compulsive drinker addict
Half animal half man
Dumpin your dead body inside of a f**kin trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screaming _F**k the World_ like Tupac
I just don't give a f**k
Talking that sh*t behind my back dirty mackin
Telling your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a f**k
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my sh*t is wack
I just don't give a f**k
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gon' get stuck stoned and snuffed
Cause I just don't give a f**k
Lyrics by 闫江超