Slim Shady Ahem.. excuse me! Can I have the attention of the class for one second? [Eminem] Hi kids! Do you like violence? (Yeah yeah yeah!) Wanna see me
split 'cha wig Not by the hairs on your chinny chin chin Will you play the game of death with me and never win? Killin' be a sin, snatch your throat and
I'd rather be dead, Cops get outta line, off with their head. I flex the text, and break some fuckin' necks, Me and a nun had sex in special effects. Make me
in the throat Come through like Sting all black with a bat Then I drop you like Goldberg right on your back You know styling and profiling like Ric Flair dressed me
like vaseline if I was a crook In rap I'm past the cream, brand more lean If you niggaz complain of sore throats Shove the gun in they mouth, throat got
: [feat. Raekwon, Cappadonna & U-God] [Intro: Raekwon] Yo, yo, yo, turn me up, turn me up Turn me up, turn me up, yeah, yeah, come on Yeah, yeah, yeah
out the back room Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul,
lead inside my lungies, spend bread on my Dungarees And such and such, Ghost plugged me with this slut Don't hug me, bug me, I'm ugly when I fuck I'm
I'm just alright Class structure waving colors Bleeding from my throat Not subserviant to you I'm just alright Down classed by the powers that be Give me
m buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what? Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the
on a mission Step to me fool - you're missin minus, gone, pow, you're outta here This ain't no game to me, this is my career Throw me a mic, plug it in
could rape the dead Pistols clipped as the chamber's loaded full of lead Everyone in the crew knew what I said would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead
reason is no control warped soul, look at that, pap-pap-krack three frat college boys flat, dead on they back and they lady tryin to hide behind the dead
my medication every 20 minutes (he does) I store dead bodies all up under my house And every night I hear 'em runnin they mouth gettin wicked on me (Day
Let me see your throat thing there buddy, I'ma chop it, see thy idea is to make you die - (Stop it) I don't know why but your heart beat offends me, I
in your head Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead
raper But you still make morning paper Kelly found dead in her bathroom Naww, Kelly found dead in her dad's room No, Kelly found dead in her backyard
ya but I'd punch and stomp and kick ya You wouldn't hit a lad, what bitch! What hoe! BITCH!!! You told me that you loved me I thought that shit was