| Oh my goodness, what have I done?
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| Oh no, I can't believe it
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| It's like I've got the whole world in my palm
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| And I'm ready to drop bombs
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| Welcome to the Slim Shady Mecca, Rebecca
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| It's the village in New York, right next to the Tribeca
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| That's my sector, homosexual dissector
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| Come again, rewind selector
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| I said, nice rectum, I had a vasectomy Hector
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| So you can't get pregnant if I bisexually wreck ya
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| Hannibal Lecter in the guy section, I bet ya
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| I tantalize ya and in less than five seconds I get ya
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| They say once bitten then twice shy, well lie next to the guy
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| With nine ecstasy pills and five extra
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| Boxes of ribbed condoms in quantities, why yes sir
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| I took the rest of the Lunesta pills from my dresser
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| That's my kind of vibe, what else should I try, Lester?
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| Drop-kick the bitch before her second trimester
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| Perform the home abortion with Dexter, then I guess I'll
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| Dig her fetus out with a wire hanger, then digest her
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| I guess it's time for you to hate me again
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| Let's begin, now hand me the pen
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| How should I begin it and where does it all end?
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| The world is just my medicine ball, you're all in
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| I said, I guess it's time for you to hate me again
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| Let's begin, now hand me the pen
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| How should I begin it and where does it all end?
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| My medicine ball, you're in my medicine ball, friends
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| All my Westside bitches throw it up
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| Put a balloon inside your pussy, queef, and blow it up
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| Man, I think that he just fell off the deep end, sure enough
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| So you better change the station to keep from throwing up
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| Man, you seen it all before, you're all too familiar with it
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| There's a penis on the floor and two balls, so you know who did it
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| You know you with it, girl, don't front, oh no you didn't
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| I won't rape all the Pussycat Dolls? |
| Nicole, you kiddin'?
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| I'll pee on Rihanna, see man, I do what I wanna
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| Spray perfume in the sauna room, crazy-gluin' Madonna
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| To the La-Z-Boy sofa, fold her in two, then sit on her
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| Imagine the visual for that, man, who would've thought I
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| Could ever be such a relentless prick, unleashing his vengeance
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| But the chick's so old, she looks like she outlived a life sentence
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| I never meant this rhyme to be so offensive
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| If you weren't so defensive, it wouldn't be, you're so sensitive
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| I guess it's time for you to hate me again
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| Let's begin, now hand me the pen
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| How should I begin it and where does it all end?
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| The world is just my medicine ball, you're all in
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| I said, I guess it's time for you to hate me again
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| Let's begin, now hand me the pen
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| How should I begin it and where does it all end?
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| My medicine ball, you're in my medicine ball, friends
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| Put Christopher Reeves on a unicycle with a kickstand
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| Kick it up and push him and lead him right into quicksand
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| Here, you need a hand, big man? |
| Grab hold of this branch
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| With both hands, man, they don't understand, I'm just a sick man
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| Now everybody's pissed at me
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| Like it's my fault his name rhymes with so many different words, jeez
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| So one last time, Mr. Christopher Reeves
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| Won't you break it down for me and just spit the verse, please?
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| "Eminem, I'm coming to kill you (inhale)
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| Always hated you, and I still do
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| You'll never fill my shoes, my Superman costume (inhale)
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| Doesn't even fit you, they don't feel you
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| You're taking this shit too far (inhale)
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| Who do you think you are? |
| Hang my suit up in the armoire
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| Every day I hate you more and more, throw down the cardboard
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| Let's breakdance if you think you're hardcore"
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| I guess it's time for you to hate me again
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| Let's begin, now hand me the pen
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| How should I begin it and where does it all end?
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| The world is just my medicine ball, you're all in
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| I said, I guess it's time for you to hate me again
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| Let's begin, now hand me the pen
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| How should I begin it and where does it all end?
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| My medicine ball, you're in my medicine ball, friends
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| The world is mine |