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[Intro]
Nah man, not quite finished yet!

[Verse 1]
Girl, I think you just might have tried
To pull a motherfuckin´ fast one. I´m mad
You just hurt my goddamn feeling
And that was the last one I had
Does this look like an arcade, trying to play games?
See this saw blade? See this silhouette
Of a stalker in your walkway? Better cooperate
Or get sauteed and rotisseried while you´re hog-tied
MC´s get so quiet you can hear
A motherfucking dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule stunting on that ass
Like a fuckin´ Fall Guy! I don´t gas my Mercedes
After midnight, I treat it like a Mogwai
Cause it will turn into a Gremlin and run over kids
Women and men - "Vrinn Vrinn!" - motor so big
You can fit a midget in his engine
Bitch, gimme them digits; why you cringin´?
Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin will I spend spend
Even 10 cents on you. Since when
Did you think it´ll cost me a pretty penny
Shit, if I think a penny´s pretty
Just imagine how beautiful a quarter is to me
Eenie-meenie-miney-mo, catch an eskimo by his toe
While he´s trying to roll a snowball
But, don´t make him lose his cool
If he hollers better let him go y´all

[Chorus]
You don´t own me
Now here we go, go, go!

[Verse 2]
Get up baby, get a move on like a U-Haul
You can rack your brain like pool balls
You won´t ever think of this shit
"Yeah, honey, you called?" Well here I come
Havoc on a beat, I wreak it
Evil: I see, hear and speak it
Lady put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shit
Put your eggs in the same basket
You can count every motherfuckin´ chicken fore it hatches
Cause you can bet your ass we gonna get it crackin´
Like Kraken and Titans when they´re clashin´
Get your brains bashed in so bad
You´re gonna have Kurt Cobain askin´
To autograph a bloodstained napkin
Unfashionable and about as rational
As a rash on a fag´s asshole
Now let´s take that line run it up the flagpole
With Elton, see if he´s cool with it
Don´t stand there and look stupid at me
Bitch I ain´t in the mood for this shit
Get my dick, Google it, til it pops up
Y´all just so motherfuckin´ full of shit
That you stopped up
Me I´m always shitting diarrhea of the mouth
Til your speakers crap out, "pfft, huh what?"
Girl you got a hot butt, like a lit cigarette
(J-Jrrga what) But you won´t get a hot fudge sundae
From me so don´t strut my way, slut because…

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
And now that I got your panties in a bunch
And your bowels in an uproar
I´mma show you why I came
So you stop asking me what the fuck for
Now look, you little slut, cunt whore
I know you want more
Bitch, it´s time to put the math back into Mathers
Cause I´m a fuckin´ problem, run boy
Every flow, got it mastered, so
Every last word that you fuckin´ fags heard
Comes straight from the fish´s ass
Yeah, in other words I´m a "bass-turd"
Looking at me like I killed Kenny
Gas in the tank? Yeah, still plenty
No morals are instilled in me so remorse
I really don´t feel any
Eat your heart out, Hannibal, understandable
Why you´re jealous, fucking animal?
I got cannibal magnetism
Can´t resist em, now can you, ho?
“Shady I don´t understand your flow”, understand my flow?
Bitch, I flow like Troy Polamalu´s hair boy
Don´t you dare try to follow or compare boy
I´m raw, you ain´t even medium-rare
Stay the fuck outta my hair, boy
You can look, you can stare and point
But you can´t touch, I´m too clairvoyant
I don´t get it man, is there a void?
All this weak shit, what am I, steroids?
Well bitch I´m back, with some shit for that ass
And your trunk: elephant, hemorrhoids
And remember boys…
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