[Verse 1: Eminem]
Things just ain't the same for psychos
Guns and rifles, sharp knifes, I like those
I might just O.D. by the end of tonight's show
With the right dose I might wipe out this life pole
But, the strangest things can happen from jabbin'
Pregnant women in the abdomen so they can't have children
b**hes get slapped up and drastic a** kicks
Gay-bashin' f*gs with tire irons and ratchets
I seen 'em come, I've watched 'em go
Versace "Whoa, hey!" Liberace "ho!" (echoes)
I might have bashed of somebody you probably know
Buncha' f*ggots in your crib screamin' "It's not me! No!"
Drag 'em out the closet and across the floor
When you paid 'em a visit in the hospital
Stab 'em in the f**in' tonsils with a popsicle
Stick, and sit back and watch 'em choke
Cause every chair that I throw
People sue me for dough
They press charges on me
Till I can't fight anymore
But every girl that I choke
I got lawyers I know
Who got judges they know
So I suggest you stay home
Ha ha
Son of a b**h "what, what, what, what, what, what"
Slim Shady, album May 23rd
Dr. Dre
(Imitating Dr. Dre)
Damn b**hes, I just took some ecstasy
I'm an extraterrestrial lesbian with a...
Ha ha
Cut that sh** off, I'm outta here, peace