(Eminem)
Ay, yo
This next song, is a true story
(Come here, b**h!) Cause some things in this universe, don't make sense
But somehow always seem to f**in' work VERSE ONE - Eminem
Driving down I-75, about to hop on 696
I look over, this f**ing chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm like b**h?
You ain't a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up your visor
I'm getting kinda ticked, you're blocking my side mirror
She's like yeah? so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho
I look like your husband s*ut? That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll f** you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates
No b**h rides shotgun, what? Taxi?
Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up?
Is that what you actually aksed me?
(smack)
b**h reaches over and smacks me
And says I annoy the f** outta her
Get the f** in back, put on your s*ut powder
You s*ut, what? Shut the f** up now, or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally bu*t dialed her
And she heard me spreading AIDS rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
And that c*nt thought I snapped back into accents
Cause she kept asking me to quit callin' her c*nt
I SAID I c*nt HOOK - Eminem
She said, Marshall you ain't really like that, oh oh oh
Your putting on a show, where's your mic at?
Cause you're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart
x2 VERSE TWO - Royce
Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of b**hes lookin' at a n***a, cheesin'
I get approached by this little skeezer
She akse me am I the real G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in your man's face
Like Cam did that little kid on k**a Season
She said I'm feeling ya big eagle
Wait, am I talking wrong?
I said nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song.
She said I'm mad at you, I said why?
She said why you never make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, leave the studio
And go and f** the b**h who belongs to makin' songs for you
She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you just used the word swagger so NO (hook) VERSE THREE - Eminem
We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I'm f**ing hunchback
Where the f**'s this party at s*utbag c*nt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? f** that, I'm tryina' shag's cuz better find this love shack
Or somewhere to f** at, eh? Don't touch that
You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad
Don't act like you don't like em', them accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we find this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just past this light, jus' past Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, read them directions
Oh yeah you can't read, and you can't write
Told me that last night, she took my CD out the deck
Snapped in half like, Relapse s**ed
I snapped, hit the gas like, blew through the light
Spun out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the back
We jackknifed, b**h flew out of the car
I laughed like, she deserved it
She didn't think I'd act like that in person (Yo, Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club!) VERSE FOUR - Royce
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this cat fight
Between my mistress and my damn wife
Then a chick wanted a hug, she was fat
So I gave her that *slap* and told her to scat
I'm not mean, I'm cute
On my way to the front door, taking the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a lace front
Lookin' like Venus and Serena's hooves
I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got horse a**es, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to this sh**
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and smack the mistress
Police outside, I turn and pa** the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil twin
He gives me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this sh**!"
He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat b**h he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business" (hook)