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 Deshaun Holton
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 jewel, 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..