[Hook: Eminem]
Whether you rap or you don't rap
Duck for you [bad word] 
Get stuck [bad word] with us
Cause..
We don't give a [bad word] 

[Kon Artis]
Oh, we sound like clones uh?
Where the [bad word] you think he started at homes, huh?
Skip the small talk, talking is a risk you take
Kick yo' face 'till yo' head go through this window and break
To the 1-9, Denaun cause the gun-line
And collect yank from every weed spot like I'm one time
I'm ain't the remorseful type, I'll drink and still drive prone on any thing at any given night
 [bad word] leaving my roots, I'm still in cahoots with [bad word] who shoot up like troops in [bad word] 
Pull up in a red hersh, with Fred Durst dressed like a nurse
With a cold purse, screaming the stove hurt

[Bizarre]
On my Harley Davison, I ride down Main Street
I speed with my dad's name on my [bad word] cheek
Gimme your ones and get robbed with a broken gun
Got you doing more dances than Puffy's son
All you groupies that wanna get took
You gotta be 12 years old with a coloring book
And anyone else who wanna get [bad word]  cause
(Yeah [bad word]  oh [bad word] #33;)

[Hook]

[Eminem]
We [bad word] your little world of perfectness
To bring you the [bad word] to murder conservatives with
To curse and diss, with verses so merciless these words can just [bad word] up your high worse than this
I've killed for less, and dumped bodies in the [bad word] #39; wilderness
I'm a wildebeest, I've concealed the peace even after I was busted by Warren Police
You think just because I got caught by these cops once
I'm not gonna carry shotguns to blow your wigs back like hamburgers without any top buns
So many [bad word] murders I can't even count one
Two black guns, I don't know maybe they're Magnums
I don't know what the [bad word] they're called, I just grabbed 'em
12-gauge dumped in a [bad word] fueled rage, [bad word] age, I'm still goin' through my " [bad word] you" stage
I'm a 27-year-old eleven-year-old, I'mma never grow up, [bad word] I ain't gon' never get old
I'll be sitting here with a cane and a beard
Still insane and as weird as the day I came in here, brain in my rear, yeah
So 'till I'm wrinkled as Robert Van Winkle, I'mma drop a [bad word] single every [bad word] week people
It's D12, June 19th, so do like me, and go buy three, with no ID
Kids

[Proof]
Now why you wanna play a game with me, dangerously
The [bad word] #39;s hot, once splittin' your brain in three
Proof with crooked raps, always ask them "What the [bad word] you lookin' at"?
And invite the hook to scrap
I gave my life to God, n***a, then I took it back
Took it black, this [bad word] #39; gat, will leave your cookie cracked
Detroit's, derelict, arrogant, terrorist, straight on you areospit
Spit at people various people, to leave you bloody 'till your buried with
Every hit was serious, n***as wanna know how murderous The Dirty Harry is
When I'm on your front porch with guns about to bust
Cause..

[Hook]

[Swift]
When [bad word] into Swift they change directions
My [bad word] so tight when hoes hear it they catch a yeast infection
You need protection, you gon' fear it
I snatch away yo' DNA from existence, with no spirit
Give up the carrots or see Farakhan the .9
 [bad word] #39; with mine is like chewin' up swine, on Christmas
With a white trailer [bad word] on his arm, chillin' in Europe, havin dinner with a platime
I attack killin', [bad word] #39; hoes like Mack Dillin'
Stackin' obituaries higher than Michcael Jackson's cieiclin'
I leaves nobody livin', I got Satan shiverin'
Hate what I'm deliverin', you know the best then send 'em in, crack you with a fifth of gin
You got your mem, but they all wearin' skirts like them ***** from Scotland, you hoes are not grimm
Don't make me stop in with a mag,