| Woah, uh get your hands in the air
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| And get to clapping 'em and, like, back and forth
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| Because this is what you thought it wasn’t
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| It be’s the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
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| I be the F-R-O the double G
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| And check out my man, he goes by the name of um, er…
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| Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
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| I’m an M-80, you little like that Kim lady
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| I’m buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
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| Cursin' at you playas 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 gon' sell two copies if you press a double album
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| Admit it, fuck it, while we coming out in the open
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| I’m doing acid, crack, smack, coke and smoking dope then
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| My name is Marshall Mathers, I’m an alcoholic
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| «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
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| 'Cause I’m coming 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 coming out swingin', so fast it’ll make your eyes spin
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| You getting knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
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| The proof is in the pudding, just ask DeShaun Holton
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| I’ll slit your motherfucking throat worse than Ron Goldman
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| So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
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| Screaming «Fuck the world» like 2Pac
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| I just don’t give a fuck
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| Talking that shit behind my back
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| Dirty macking, telling your boys that I’m on crack
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| I just don’t give a fuck
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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 fuck
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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 fuck
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| I’m nicer than Pete, but I’m on a search to crush a milkbone
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| I’m everlasting, 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 20 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 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
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| Extortion, snortin', supportin' abortion
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| Pathological liar, blowing 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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| Dumping your dead body inside of a fucking trash can
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| With more holes than an afghan
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| So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
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| Screaming «Fuck the world» like 2Pac
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| I just don’t give a fuck
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| Talking that shit behind my back
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| Dirty macking, telling your boys that I’m on crack
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| I just don’t give a fuck
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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 fuck
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| But see me on the street and duck
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| 'Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
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| 'Cause I just don’t give a fuck
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| Somebody let me out this limousine! |
| I’m a caged demon
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| On stage screamin' like Rage Against the Machine
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| I’m convinced I’m a fiend
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| Shooting 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' a jewel, I’m flippin' a 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 nagging bosses bitchin' while I’m washin' dishes
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| In school I never said much, too busy having a headrush
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| Doing 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 8th 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 going up over the curb, driving on the median
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| Finally made it home, but I don’t got the key to get in
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| So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
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| Screaming «Fuck the world» like 2Pac
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| I just don’t give a fuck
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| Talking that shit behind my back
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| Dirty macking, telling your boys that I’m on crack
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| I just don’t give a fuck
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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 fuck
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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 fuck
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| Shit, fuck everybody!
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| Outsidaz, Pacewon, Young Zee
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| (Fuck the entire world!) DU |