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..