[Verse 2: Eminem]
While you were sipping your own kool-aid getting your buzz heavy
I was in the [bad word] sheds chopping my machete
Sipping some of of that revenge juice, getting my taste buzz ready
To whoop down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?
I think you [bad word] meatballs keep on just forgetting
Party was finished, [bad word]  it's only the beginning
He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', [bad word] who he's offending
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them [bad word] plugged in me
 [bad word] wall with 3000 volts of electricity
Now take the other and dump them then pluck him, [bad word] in each
One of your eyesockets cause I thought you might finally [bad word] see
That'll teach you to go voicing your [bad word] #39; opinion to me
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this [bad word]  [bad word] letting up, you’re gonna end up regretting you ever betted against me
Feels like I'mma snap in a minute, yeah, it's happening again
I'm thinking about the same [bad word] that everybody else that's up in this [bad word]  what 50?
Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go
I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but everytime I rap I'm on track
And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh oh, I guess it's bubble wrap
This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
Christ, how was I supposed to know shut would turn up like it did?
Feels like I'm going psycho again
And I might just blow my lid
I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
Cause [bad word] in circles with