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 Shawn Holman
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 jaw, 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.