-Intro-
-Eminem-
Yo blast me off Tim (where’s it home)
Blast me off son
(burch, burch burch, burch, burch)
-Tim Westwood-
Buy now, but vet-mix vacation baby understand I was calling‘ down
Blast tin our afraid now sun
big really niquetty off the over the game
cubet this record use (yeah)
we ready going‘ this? (yeah yeah!)
we swaggered up (swaggered up)
let’s do it baby, wag us to the swing but the latest of rap
Eminem, come baby! (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!)
Let’s doing‘ it, when doing‘ like this, let’s go then! (yeah yeah yeah!)
-Eminem-
Aigh, Aigh look
I wasn't born mean
I was pushed to treachery
I walk the streets
Looking for some puss to fetch me
I'm like a veggie
Brain is turned to mush I'm edgy
Edgy enough to give Reggie Bush a wedgie
If he don’t give me Kim things could get messy
So pass that ass to me let me squash the left cheek
Then press against the right one till it smashed against me
Leave the dead bodies in the woods/ the MC
with the Christopher Reeves beef
We started off on the wrong foot
Or should I say fake leg made out of wood
I shouldn't/ yes I should
Riding through the hood
I'm chilling with Westwood
I’m quite mellow
A white fellow
My pee is bright yellow
I like jell-o
I’m like hello
To a cute little dike on the mic
I’m kinda like
-Kon Artis-
See I’m the first one to class and the last to leave
I mean the first one to leave out of class, believe
That I’m a mailbox pimp and my hearts lot die
Even when I through it off the ashes fry
When from an ashy guy
Class clown as high
To a grown ass man second ….
Runyon aves. the click, D12's the game
We been spitting this ** since we were little babes
Gaga gugu nana, dada dodo never
Working my homeboy Em I’m just too too clever
A 4-5 shotta leave the nigga face lopsided
The kick from the barrel make you think I’m cockeyed it
When I bust it off in the crowed niggas start diving
Great looking broad over the bar I ain't lying
Hot iron lethal not to … soldier
Rynyan ave soldier equal death when its over
Its none colder then niggas then under strain of struggle
Hire street muscle
We been had the hustle
We been had the hustle
We been had the muscle
We been had the muscle
-Eminem-
Me and Westwood blasting off
Jacking off in a pair of Acid Wash, bumping Asher Roth
Crusin Gratiot till i damn near crash the car
Tryna smash a moth on the dash, hit the overpass-went off
Over the bridge, into on coming traffic
Caused a massive 42 car pile up, not a scratch at all
Hocked up holding a axe and saw
Jason mask is off but my face is plastered in Tabasco sauce
Spitting flames, kicking fire out ya ass
Ya little bastard, you can pass it on, I'm battery acid dog
You don't wanna get my ass ticked off
I'm harder than playing basketball when I'm going through crack withdraw
Dick's so big it's like estlastic
I tie it in a knot and it looks like Mr. Fantastic
Crossed the path of plastic man, with a drastic force and went spastic
Put my penis on Classic Sports
-Eminem
Yeah, yeah
Aigh, Alright
Once again it's the sinister cynical minister Shady
Kryptonite to Superman he's a Denis to Amy
Administer of the pain
Just finished huffing the paint and muffler the fumes
Like it was nothing because it ain't
Anything in his way
His enemies he just slays
His venom he spray
Reaches like beams of energy rays
Menacing stance
He plans making the hairs all on the back of your neck stand
Like Dracula yep
Spectacular rep he's a tarantula
Gargantuan yeah Angela
So I command you to start dancing
Part Manson part Hannibal
Part mechanical shark throwing
Animal parts at Scarlett Johannson
Enter my gas chamber
You gangster? my ass
He's got his fangs to your neck
He's set to strangle your ass hater
You’re facing a task greater
He's chasing your ass
He's got his face in a mask
And blood stains on his glass table
I'm checking the exposure of photos and me exposing
Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing
With or without clothing
Next to the decomposing
Bodies eroding while I'm dosing off
Overdosing
Windows opening shutting
Doors opening closing
I think there's a ghost
Too much hydrocodone and codeine
I was only supposed to swallow half
I took the whole thing
I'm not joking
I think I just snorted my nose ring
I need a drink I'm standing over the sink hosing
Myself self loathing cause I'm on the brink mostly
I don't wanna think
These'll make everything rosy
Beverly sings Scream while I'm severing Three toesies
Totally frozen while I close in
I'm Jodeling Rosyyyyy won't you come out to play
No sense wasting time
Cutting and pasting headlines in the papers
Making shrines of my crimes and capers
My world's a whirlwind
I murdered my girlfriends
Go to Europe and put neruphins in my syrup
And stirred them
You've never heard them, like this
So don't encourage them
The neurosurgeon coke mirrors and lyrics worsen
The kind of person to get Katie Curic to curse and
Eighty spirits of ladies get Shady murdered the virgins
Crazy turn of events the day he emerged
Took over the world, and reeled in all the children
Lured em into the building and killed em
Buried them in the mud and mildew
And he will do what he feels
And still can spit drawing the gold like Rumpelstiltskin
Cotton and silk, Motrin and Tylenol three pills
The Real Slim Shady's entered the building
Nothing but crumpled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bitch, Mildred
He's ill with it he still shouldn't be healed
There's no one as sick as he
MC's will get friction on the grill then
-Eminem-
You want to start with the hook first?
oh
I have no idea what I’m doing
I have no idea what I’m doing but
Everybody get up
Sit up Christopher
The mystical without you
Superman is a-
Live and is flowing like the mystic river
Girl don’t act like you never been
Kissed before
One two three four five six this a
Rhyme is about to hit you right in the kiss
How did anybody ever find me? I disa-
ppeared I was hiding in three ways beer Just-a
hop skip and then jump for my skin cushion
nails into my face that I been pushing
hell raiser my face is my pincushion
It’s like when I’m on the mic I can squash a
sucker like a vice grip my pen put ya
In the slaughterhouse cause your style's been butchered
I'll spin chain saw
take off like the blades on
my brains on
hyper drive
someone put the breaks on
-Kon Artist-
...midget let me get your digit
don't try to fidget with it
rib-bit! rib-bit!
I got you slipping on my swag juice
my swag juice
I got you slipping on my swag juice
my swag juice
-Eminem-
now here's a smidgit and midget to get your digit
don't try to fidget with it
rib-bit! rib-bit!
I got you slipping on my swag juice
my swag juice
I got you slipping on my swag juice
my swag juice
I got you slipping on... [cut off]
cause he gets as busy as
bee, baby you can through a Frisbee in a blizzard
then catch it in his teeth What is he? His a wizard
standing in a disco with a disco biscuit
and I'm pretty sure it isn't Bisquick, is it?
now baby don't begin to bring your lipstick with you
I want to kiss or I'll blow this bitch to smitha-
rins get the guiltiness This is a situation
as critical as Dre spin's his-a
turn tables and he cuts a record like a scissor
checka-chicha-checka-chicka checka-checka-chicka
wreck it in a second and tell me What the heck is sicker?
Wait a minute I just dropped my necklace in the liquor
now baby just to make a little breakfast in at six-o
clock in the morning unless you want to get some desert
-Kon Artist with Eminem-
now here's a smidgit and midget to get your digit
don't try to fidget with it
rib-bit! rib-bit!
I got you slipping on my swag juice
my swag juice
I got you slipping on my swag juice
my swag juice
I said
here's a smidgit and midget to get your digit
don't try to fidget with it
rib-bit! rib-bit!
I got you slipping on my swag juice
my swag juice
I got you slipping on my swag juice
my swag juice
Outro:
-Eminem-
Aiyo
Just so everybody knows; that was a hook that we made on the way to the radio station and we were trying to get it right so we may have fucked it up a couple times or whatever but this is what we were trying to work out before we came here, especially for Westwood man! specially for you Homie!
[Tim Westwood]
Damn, Eminem is with us here baby
