I stuck my [bad word] in this game like a rapist
They call me Slim Roethlisberger
I go bezerker than a fed-up post-office worker
merk her with a Mossberg
I'm [bad word] off get murdered
Like someone took a ketchup squirter
Squirted a frankfurter
For a gangster you shoulda [bad word] your pants
When you saw the chainsaw get to waving
Like a terrible towel
I faced her around
But his [bad word] out
Get your brains blown out
That's what I call blowing your mind
When [bad word] back
Like nut on your spine
I'm a thumb tack
That you slept on son
Now here [bad word] screaming attack like I just stepped on one
Low on the totem till he showed 'em
Defiance, giant [bad word] He don't owe them [bad word] [bad word] His bridges, he out grow'd em
He's so out cold he's knocked out of the South Pole
And nobody [bad word] with him
Rigamortis and post-mortem
He's dying of boredom
Take your best rhymes, record 'em
Then try to flaunt 'em
He'll just take your punch lines and snort 'em [bad word] stained drawers
You gon [bad word] with a guy who licks the blades of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce
Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skulls

(Verse 2)
I'm back for revenge
I lost a battle that ain't happening again
I'm at your throat like strep
I step, strapped with a pen
Metaphors wrote on my hand,
Someone distorted my mint
Read some I wrote on a napkin
I do what I have to to win
Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even Austin Powers, how the [bad word] are they Mike Meyers
And tell that psycho to pass the torch
To the whack before I take a [bad word] in his Jack-O-Lantern
And smash it on his porch
Now get off my [bad word] [bad word] s too short a word for my [bad word] Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you prick
You call me the champ; call me the space shuttle destroyer
I just blew up the challenger, matter fact I need a lawyer
I displaced my clause with enough plaster
To make a cast beat his [bad word] naked and peed in his corner like burn choyder
You're the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me
See he's in a whole nother weight class
He smokes your BB's you beat back bullets
You're full of it; you were just in his CD's
Left at Infinite, now he's back like someone [bad word] in his wheaties
No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast
His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty D. R. 
(Verse 3)
Now there he goes in Dre's studio cuppin his balls
Screaming the wood off the panel
And cussing the pain off the walls
Spewing his hate to these haters, showing no love for these brauds
He ain't given them [bad word]  he says he'll pinch a penny so hard
He'll leave a [bad word] on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
With the scars, till Abraham Lincoln is screaming out AHH
These metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not at all
If they don't like it, they can all get [bad word] instead of sucking him off
They can go get a belt or a neck tie, to hand themselves by
Like David Carradine they can go [bad word] themselves and just die
And eat [bad word] while they at it
He's [bad word] had it, he's mad at the whole world
So go to [bad word] and build a snowman girl
The bullies [bad word] bullied, the pussies get pushed
Then they better pull me, take me back to 9th grade to school me
Cus I ain't looking back, only forward, this whole spot blowing
Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it
And while I'm being poetic let me get a? and raise the bar
Higher than my opinion of these winners and lords
So bare witness to some biblical [bad word] As a cold wind blowing this world ain't gonna know what hit it
He did it, he made it, he's finally famous