[Obie Trice]
Obie the person that came up and deverted
Cause of nervousness
That was solely the homie's verdict
It was worth it
Cause he changed, became so I observed it
Certain such of a purpose
Its like a different version
So much hurtin' and pain
Gave him game for certain
Thats why its curtains at his murder if you get him worked up
I'm so assertive on these [bad word] actin' tougher
Had enough of
Isolating myself in a room
Writing poems for songs doin' the same in school
Now look what he became a fool
Cause he learned how to sustain his two
And obtain fame from you
Living hard but still Julliard
god walks and ain't spent a day in a pew
Regardless of this I draw visual pictures when a [bad word] vents
So [bad word] to the art department

[Eminem]
I stimulate the brain, mimic, emulate the sane
Cynics keep on thinking it's a [bad word] gimmick when it ain't
Clinically insane, brain is on Venus, up Uranus
Label me a genius if you ever seen us you would say
"He may seem as though he's plain normal" if you ever meet him
Greet him with a shake, see he ain't as mean as what they say
See the thing is maybe he can't always think of things to say
So he's vague, so they mistake him for being crazed
You part ways, your impression of him changed
You don't think he's strange, you turn around and tell him "Peace and thanks"
You catch him flipping you off, with his pants down
Hands around his [bad word]  tucking his [bad word] [bad word] between his legs

[Obie Trice]
Obie the person that came up and deverted
Cause of nervousness
That was solely the homie's verdict
It was worth it
Cause he changed, became so I observed it
Certain such of a purpose
Its like a different version
So much hurtin' and pain
Gave him game for certain
Thats why its curtains at his murder if you get him worked up
I'm so assertive on these [bad word] actin' tougher
Had enough of
Isolating myself in a room
Writing poems for songs doin' the same in school
Now look what he became a fool
Cause he learned how to sustain his two
And obtain fame from you
Living hard but still Julliard
god walks and ain't spent a day in a pew
Regardless of this I draw visual pictures when a [bad word] vents
So [bad word] to the art department

[Eminem]
It's all psychologic, why am I so maniacal?
I a psycho or some kind of psychotic shtick?
Or am I [bad word] psychotic? Or my molecules just diabolical
Cause biologically, I defy logic
By golly, haul me off on a trolly
Probably want a quack, or I'm back on that whacky tobacca
I'mma step away from crack, Obie smacked the [bad word] out of me
I'm so slap happy, man, slap me back to reality
I'm a walking art gallery, a science museum
Elephantitis of the nuts, you'd probably die if you see them
I pull them out, they hit the ground and probably crack the cement
I need an ambulance, I can't just put them back in my pants