[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down [bad word] 
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down [bad word] 
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down [bad word] 
(Steady on the left) [bad word] it, blackout niggas!

[Verse: Eminem]
Apparently there's a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just might make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a [bad word] fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? Cause I'm lit
Narrow minded, but go through such a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, egging his ride
Making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the [bad word] pride parade, yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I - wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe to take 'em back into time (Shady)
I stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the [bad word] of the game
But just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin
Of crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, [bad word] making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazelly, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need some Flonase when he's speaking?
What kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham Lincoln
Other than your husband's [bad word] brains that were leaking
How'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your [bad word] down [bad word] 
See me on a ballot? [bad word] for class clown
Rich Democrat, [bad word]  so I'm just a candidate
 [bad word] [bad word] up the whole party
Me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a [bad word] rampage
Act my [bad word] age? I am eight
So let's get smashed and wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho
Don't make me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway & Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up show
 [bad word] you telling me, fools?
I was rippin' shop raisin' [bad word] up in Drew's
When Penelope [bad word] was still developing [bad word] 
Me and Bus put it down like a sick pet
You're [bad word] with vets dawg, [bad word] internet bloggers
"I sit in front of [bad word] all day [bad word] on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the living [bad word] out you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm the S.O.G. like a wet log, pores never get clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y’all, steady on the left, y’all
Step off 'forr you get stepped on, soft?
Bout [bad word] as my [bad word] Lear jet
Jealously’ll get you as green as a Chia Pet
I can see that you’re visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl, alert
Once you enter in my house of pain, you're in a world of hurt, so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that [bad word] shaking
Jump around, jump, came to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them arms and freaking hands flailing
And jump like Van Halen, and pray for a [bad word] tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of failure
So what does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don’t give a [bad word] about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the [bad word] railing

[Outro]
Chill, man, chill