(Eminem)
 Ay, yo
 This next song, is a [bad word] story
 [bad word] here, [bad word] #33;)

 Cause some things in this universe, don't make sense
 But somehow always seem to [bad word] #39; work

 VERSE ONE - Eminem
 Driving down I-75, about to hop on 696
 I look over, this [bad word] chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm like [bad word] 
 You ain't a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up your visor
 I'm getting kinda ticked, you're blocking my side mirror
 She's like yeah? so? I'm like so?
 You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho
 I look like your husband [bad word]  That's a rhetorical question
 You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll [bad word] you up
 In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates
 No [bad word] rides shotgun, what? Taxi?
 Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up?
 Is that what you actually ask me? 
 (smack)
 [bad word] reaches over and smacks me
 And says I annoy the [bad word] outta her
 Get in the [bad word] back, put on your [bad word] powder
 You [bad word]  what? Shut the [bad word] up now, or get your feelings hurt
 Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her
 And she heard me spreading [bad word] about her
 Turn the radio up louder, make it thump
 While I bump that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
 In that...till I snap back in that accent
 Cause she kept asking me to stop callin' her [bad word] 
 I SAID THAT [bad word] 

 HOOK - Eminem
 She said, Marshall you ain't really like that, oh oh oh
 Your putting on a show, where's your mic at? 
 Cause you're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart
 x2

 VERSE TWO - Royce
 Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
 While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central
 I walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter tweetin'
 I'm feelin' a bunch of [bad word] lookin' at a [bad word]  cheesin'
 I get approached by this little skeeser
 She asked me if I'm the real G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
 I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in your man's face
 Like Cam did that kid on Killa Season
 She said I'm feeling a bit of ego
 Wait, am I talking wrong?
 I said nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song. 
 She said I'm mad at you, I said why?
 She said why you never make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
 I said I make songs for me, leave the studio
 And go and [bad word] the [bad word] who belongs to makin' songs for you
 She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
 I said, eh, you just used the word swagger so NO

 (hook)

 VERSE THREE - Eminem
 We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I'm [bad word] hunchback
 Where the [bad word] #39;s this party at slutbag [bad word]  Cut what act?
 Think it's an act? [bad word] that, I'm tryina' ...?....finest love shack
 Or somewhere to [bad word] at, eh? Don't touch that
 You fat [bad word]  I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad
 Don't act like you don't like em', them accents
 I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we find this place, yeah that's right
 Thought it was just past this light, past Van [bad word] 
 Better hit that map right, read them directions
 Oh yeah you can't read, and you can't write
 Told me that last night, she took my CD out the deck
 Snapped in half like, Relapse sucked
 I snapped, hit the gas like, blew through the light
 Spun out, hit a patch of black ice
 Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the back
 We jackknifed, [bad word] flew out of the car
 I laughed like, she deserved it
 She didn't think I'd act like that in person

 (Yo, Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club!)

 VERSE FOUR - Royce
 Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this cat fight
 Between my mistress and my [bad word] wife
 Then a chick wanted a hug, but she was fat