Yeah...huh...(hip hop, hip hop, hip hop) 
Turn my mic up a little bit (hip hop) 
Hit some of this Cali guido(hip hop) 
Listen to some [bad word] ... (hip hop) 
Everybody got a little story they gotta tell 
Niggaz ain't heard my [bad word] ..hahaha 
The life of Bizarre...what! 

[Verse 1: Bizarre] 
Hip hop, that's the way of life (Word?) 
If you think you're nice, then go grab the mic (Grab it!) 
Let me tell you my story, 'cause everybody got one 
Grab a pen and pad and start to jot some 
Always told myself that I would never be losin' 
Man I ain't had no hood, my mother was always movin'  [bad word] ) 
From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit (C'mon!) 
God [bad word]  Mama, what's the point? (the [bad word] ) 
So I would go in my room and pack my little bags (Aughh!) 
Jump in the [bad word] with my step-dad 
When I was ten years old, I started to feel the hunger 
Got a little older, man, the force got stronger (Yeah!) 
And me and my rap partner wasn't seein' eye to eye 
So he picked up and started a group with some other guys (Haha) 
This is hip hop...man, I won't stop 
Yo Big Boi (What up?) Gimme a beatbox 
*beatbox* 
 [bad word]  
Hip hop, hip hop 
Hip hop 
Hip hop 
Hip hop 

[Verse 2: Bizarre] 
From the hip hop shop to Maurice Malone (Uh-huh) 
Ten years later, I'm still in the zone (Word?) 
7 Mile and ??? where a star was born (Yeah!) 
United we stand, divided we swore (D-12!) 
And [bad word] yeah, I lived in my car (Yeah!)  [bad word]  I was homeless, I would have slept in a jar (Hahahaha) 
And Dirty Management, I wish all the best 
But me and my niggas, we had to do what's best (That's right) 
It was a mess, all them taxes and accounts (What?) 
Checks started to bounce, niggas couldn't buy an ounce  [bad word] yeah) 
And now that we platinum, they diss our name (What?) 
Like we won't go to the car and get them thangs 
And beef, sometimes you don't have a choice 
To the fight with Whitey Ford to the beef with Royce (What?!) 
To the [bad word]  Benzinos, and niggas in the club 
To the e-dubs and niggas you ain't heard of 
And man, I don't know how to use a gun (Naw) 
But I'll learn quick if the [bad word]  [bad word]  

[Verse 3: Eminem] 
Man, I thought this was supposed to be hip hop, hip hop 
I'd rather be fishin' in flip flops, flip flops 
Or cross over to country like Kid Rock, did, I 
Can't see no country singers beefin' over some guitar 
Riff that Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seger 
When I was younger I was so eager 
To have a gun I would do the same 
Couldn't wait to get to the shootin' range 
Me and my man Goofy Gary just tryin' to let loose some steam  [bad word] laughin' 'cause I couldn't aim 
So I'd pull the [bad word]  target closer and just shoot the thang 
I used to have this theory: keep three bullets in the gun 
It was a mandatory year up here in Michigan 
For each bullet if you got no CCW license 
I tried to apply for one, they said it'd take 5-6 months 
What the [bad word] am I supposed to do mean time when [bad word]  
Hide that sumbitch in the glovebox or inside the [bad word] 
Now, back to what my three-bullet theory was 
I'm triple platinum, I ain't tryin' to catch no murder one 
Figured I'd shoot to wound, probably miss with at least one 
But them other two gon' [bad word] his shoulder and his kneecap up 
Then I'ma say it's self defense, [bad word] I had the gun 
Was because I was at the range, on my way back from 
This dude approached me on some [bad word] 
I'd get a year for each bullet at the most 
As opposed to havin' a full clip in that 
That was my idiotic logic, it was basically for safety 
But it gave me power, and it made me crazy 
And psychotic, I just got retarded once I got it 
Thank God it was e