(Child) 

I, I wanna grow up toon 

Uncle Marshall, will you tell us a bed time story? 



(Eminem) 

Heeere we gooo 

Now once upon a time not long ago 

There was a little rapper about to blow 

But his album came and it was not good 

I think it went letter double pop a wood 

So the silly little fans they were mislead 

By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop head 



"Me and you clef we're gonna make some cash 

Grab the silver paint and let's paint my ass" 



Hey mister would ya get a bear witness tha 

Ass-whippin I'm about to add minister 

To this ass-kissin little vagnal blista 

Stan-abis, little Marshall Mathers sista 

And in dis, corner, we have a mister 

Not havin it it's the machinista 

Dr. Evil with his bag of tricks for 

This little antagonist bag of dick-suckin 

Ex LL Cool Jay fan from Windsor 

I'm bout to murder little guinea fag Anista 

You bastard, I ain't wanna have to diss ya 

Canabis, where the fuck you at I miss ya 



(Chorus) 

Can-a-bitch oh can-a-bitch where for art thou can-a-bitch? 

Please tell me what happened with that style that you were rappin with? 

Can-a-bitch oh can-a-bitch are you from Los Angeles 

New York or just a janitor from Canada? Oh Can-a-bitch 



Now at first I ain't really understand this shit 

Picture me for a second and imagine it 

Chillin in a bat man chair an relaxin 

When all a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanner 

It's 'Can-a-bitch' on some Stan lives shit 

They creep me out at first man this is sick 

But me being just a sick as conflict gets my dick harder than arithmetic 

And I know how you jealous ones envy 

I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me 

The first two letters you were 

Tellin me shit like you respect me like any other regular MC 

The third letter you ask 

How come I ain't return none of the messages at Shady Records you left me? 

The fourth Letter "Slim you really startin to upset me" 

The fifth letter told me you were comin to get me 

The sixth letter there's a bomb threat in our building 

This crazy mother fucker's really tryin to kill me 

So I went back and read the first few letters 

That said some shit about a message you left 

Oh shit that's not an "e" that's an "a" 

This dude wants to leave me a massage he's gay 

Right away I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre 

We got a bogey ("Marshall I'm on the way") 



(Chorus) 

Can-a-bitch oh can-a-bitch where for art thou can-a-bitch? 

Please tell me what happened with that style that you were rappin with? 

Can-a-bitch oh can-a-bitch are you from Los Angeles 

New York or just a janitor from Canada? Oh Can-a-bitch 



So in two seconds flat Dre's at my crib 

Only thing is we both know where this kid lives 

And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship 

Shit oh Dre wait a mintue that's it 

All we gotta do is use a bit of turbo boost 

We can fly over the border "Let's go whoosh" 

So we're off to Toronto and we're gainin speed 

*Pfftt Arghh* What was that? Oh Jermaine Dupri fuck It 

Keep goin no time to waste 

Wait backup hit him one more time in case (Okay) 

Fuck now he's draggin under the car 

Oh well only 30 more thousand miles 

Meanwhile me and Dre are tryin to conversate 

Just tryin to find a reason for the constant hatin 

And tryin to figure out what happened to Jermaine propaine 

"He couldn't have fell of that hard" ain't no way 



"What happened to the way you was rappin, 

When you was scandalous then Canabis turned into a television evangelist?" 



Plus he raps with his regular voice 

*Pft, pft, pft, pft* ("What was that?") Pet Shop Boys 

So we pull up to the bridge where he last was spotted 

His corpse was still movin but his ass was rotted 

He kind of smelled a little like Courtney Love 

I figured if I stick him with a fork he's done 

So I stapped him twice kept jabbin christ 

He won't die this guy's like a battered wife 

He's like Kim he keeps comin back for more 

But he won't fight back I cracked his jaw 

Hold up Bis quit foldin up 

Punch me in the chest make my shoulders touch 

Do somethin at least one punch line 

C'mon till the meter reads nine, nine, ninetey-nine percent of my fans are blonde 

Bis c'mon answer me man respond 

Tell me bout the sun, rain, moon and stars 

Intergalatic or metaphors from Mars 

Raw to the floor raw like Resovoir dogs 

Bite another line from Red Man's song 

Suddenly the stub of a dead man's arm from a midget 

Reaches out from under the car 

It's JD, this motherfucker won't die neither 

Dre starts sprayin him with cans of Ether *Sshhhh* 

We stomped the bitch and then stopmed the bitch again 

(Compton) Detroit Bitch talk some shit again 

Stomp him (switch feet) 

Stomp him (switch again) 

Dre alright he's dead dawg quit kickin him 

I think Stan-abis jumped off the bridge again (Arghhhhhh.....Damn!) 

He disappeared yo he's gone he did it again 



(Chorus) 

Can-a-bitch oh can-a-bitch where for art thou can-a-bitch? 

Please tell me what happened with that style that you were rappin with? 

Can-a-bitch oh can-a-bitch are you from Los Angeles 

New York or just a janitor from Canada? Oh Can-a-bitch