I'm ice grillin you, starin you down with a gremlin grin



I'm Eminem, you're a fag in a women's gym



I'm Slim, the Shady is really a fake alias



to save me with in case I get chased by space aliens



A brainiac, with a cranium packed, full of more uranium



than a maniac Saudi Arabian



A highly combustible head, spazmatic



strapped to a Kraftmatic adjustable bed



Laid up in the hospital in critical condition



I flatlined; jumped up and ran from the mortician



High speed, IV full of thai weed



Lookin Chinese, with my knees stuck together like siamese



twins, joined at the groin like lesbians



Uhh, pins and needles, hypodermic needles and pins



I hope God forgives me for my sins -- it probably all depends



on if I keep on killin my girlfriends







(Yo!)



Last night I O.D.'d on rush, mushrooms and dust



and got rushed to the hospital to get my system flushed (don't fall)



(Shucks!) I'm an alcoholic and that's all I can say



I call in to work, cause all I do is frolic and play



I swallow grenades, and take about a bottle a day



of Tylenol 3, and talk about how violent I'll be (don't fall) (RRARRRRH)



Give me eleven Excederin my head'll spin



Medicine'll get me revvin like (ohhh) a 747 jet engine



Scratched my balls til I shredded skin



"Doctor, check this rash, look how red it's been"



"It's probably AIDS!" Forget it then



I strike a still pose and hit you with some ill flows



that don't even make sense, like dykes usin dildos



So reach in your billfolds, for ten ducats



and pick up this Slim Shady shit that's on Rawkus







This place is my house, I might as well erase my face wit white-out



Cuz y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows (where you at?)



Climbed out of a nice house,



through the front window and heard this guy shout



"Hey that's my couch, heyyyy!"



Pull a nine out during a rhyme bout



While I'm rippin this shit, put a clip in it spit five rounds



And murder you hoes worse than flippin a convertible



Nose first wit the top off landin upside-down



You're tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape



I'd rather just hump a slut's leg wit my nuts shaved



And Sway & Tech, two disk jockeys



Breakin so many friggin needles I wonder if they inject







Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg



Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg



Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40



Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D



Fuck an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead



Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead



No more said case closed end of discussion



I'm blowin up like spontaneous human combustion



Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas



Cross the bombas



We blowin up your house killing your parents



and coming back to get your foster mommas



And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus



Cause I aint making no more threats



I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets



I'm more or less sick in the head



Maybe more cause I smoked crack



today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath



Walk the block with a labrador



Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador



Foul style galore



Verbal cow manure



Coming together like the eyebrow on Al (cut)