[Eminem:]
Nothing high class in my glass
Only bottles of pop,
My bottles are popped, so when I pop up in the spot
I'm probably not gonna be wantin' to pop bubbly or Cîroc.
I'm not Puffy but [bad word] this city tonight,
When I hit it, I might act like a frickin' idiot:
Diddy mixed with a medieval knight.
Big city lights, little indignity, hot diggity,
This Biggie is gettin' me hype.
I don't get some liquor, I'll hurt you,
I'll knock your [bad word] in the dirt, bickerin' worse
Than that [bad word] in that [bad word] 
mixture of Stifler and Urkel,
Hangin' from the light fixture,
I hope, you pricks, are insured for this building
‘Cause we're tearin' it down, security get out.
The frickin' way, Jesus, Chrysler Lebaron is loud,
I swear the only thing I hear is the sound
Of sirens goin' “eeeeeh!” ‘cause....

 [bad word] the weekend,
Set off your sirens, oh, oh,
 [bad word] the weekend,
Set off your sirens, oh, oh.