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featuring Frogg



* the only difference is that the album version censors

the line "raped the women`s swim team" in the third verse



Intro: Frogg



Whoah!

A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin `em

and like, back and forth because ah

this is.. what you thought it wasn`t

It beez.. the brothers representin` the Dirty Dozen

I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in background*

And check out the man he goes by the name of er...



Verse One: Eminem



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 motherfucker you bit your style from

You ain`t gonna sell two copies if you press a double album

Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open

I`m doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope 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 ass

Bitch, I`m comin out swingin, so fast it`ll make your eyes spin

You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson

The proof is in the puddin, just ask the Shawn Holman

I`ll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman



Chorus:



So when you see me on your block with two glocks

Screamin _Fuck the World_ like Tupac

I just don`t give a fuuuuuck!!

Talkin that shit 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 shit 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!!



Verse Two: Eminem



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 shit out of proportion

The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic

Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict

Half animal, half man

Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can

With more holes than an Afghan



Chorus



Verse Three: Eminem



Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)

I`m a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine

I`m convinced I`m a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin

Clinically brain dead, I don`t need a second opinion

Fuck droppin the jaw, I`m flippin the sacred treasure

I`ll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher

I can`t take the pressure, I`m sick of bitches

Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I`m washin dishes

In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush

Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush

Then I went to Jim Beam, that`s when my face grayed

Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women`s swim team

Don`t take me for a joke I`m no comedian

Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again

I`m goin up over the curb, drivin on the median

Finally made it home, but I don`t got the key to get in



Chorus



Outro: Eminem



Hey, fuck that!

Outsidaz..

Pace One..

Young Zee..

featuring Frogg



* the only difference is that the album version censors

the line "raped the women`s swim team" in the third verse



Intro: Frogg



Whoah!

A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin `em

and like, back and forth because ah

this is.. what you thought it wasn`t

It beez.. the brothers representin` the Dirty Dozen

I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in background*

And check out the man he goes by the name of er...



Verse One: Eminem



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 motherfucker you bit your style from

You ain`t gonna sell two copies if you press a double album

Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open

I`m doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope 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 ass

Bitch, I`m comin out swingin, so fast it`ll make your eyes spin

You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson

The proof is in the puddin, just ask the Shawn Holman

I`ll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman



Chorus:



So when you see me on your block with two glocks

Screamin _Fuck the World_ like Tupac

I just don`t give a fuuuuuck!!

Talkin that shit 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 shit 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!!



Verse Two: Eminem



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 shit out of proportion

The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic

Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict

Half animal, half man

Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can

With more holes than an Afghan



Chorus



Verse Three: Eminem



Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)

I`m a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine

I`m convinced I`m a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin

Clinically brain dead, I don`t need a second opinion

Fuck droppin the jaw, I`m flippin the sacred treasure

I`ll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher

I can`t take the pressure, I`m sick of bitches

Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I`m washin dishes

In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush

Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush

Then I went to Jim Beam, that`s when my face grayed

Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women`s swim team

Don`t take me for a joke I`m no comedian

Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again

I`m goin up over the curb, drivin on the median

Finally made it home, but I don`t got the key to get in



Chorus



Outro: Eminem



Hey, fuck that!

Outsidaz..

Pace One..

Young Zee..

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