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- Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance (six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know whatIf that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big troubleAnd if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chancesYou are just what the doctor orderedI'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me RapbotBut for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a livin' and a killin' off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (kill 'em all with)This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy bratPackin' a MAC in the back of the Ac', backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackity-yackAnd at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time period, here's a MaxipadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack, while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hardEverybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the Earth like an asteroid, did nothin' but shoot for the moon since (pew)Mc's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to bus the rhymeNow I lead a new school full of studentsMe? I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n' Roll Hall of FameEven though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flamesOnly hall of fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame on the wall of (shame)You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank and tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?Little gay lookin' boySo gay I can barely say it with a straight face lookin' boyYou witnessin' a mass-occurLike you're watchin' a church gathering take place lookin' boy"Oy vey, that boy's gay", that's all they say, lookin' boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "Way-to-go" from your label every day, lookin' boyHey, lookin' boy, what you say, lookin' boy?I get a "Hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boyI'ma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shit, get outta my face, lookin' boyBasically boy, you're never gonna be capableOf keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCARDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod, this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, AsgardSo you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadin' immediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'But I got your mom deep-throatin'I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothin' in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's me, my honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do thoughFor good at least once in a whileSo I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes to maybe to try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big, and here they come tryin' toCensor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP OneWhen I tried to say, "I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal comin' through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from 2004 thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrowsYou write normal? Fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray-gun from the futureJust to come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's padSingin' to a man while he played pianoMan, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'ma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, sama lama duma lama, you assumin' I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you, I'm superhuman?Innovative and I'm made of rubberSo that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me and it'll glue to youI'm devastating, more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feelin' like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that the haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating music, you make elevator musicOh, he's too mainstreamWell, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse itIt's not hip-hop, it's pop, 'cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm rippin' any one of these verses diverse as youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice, your songs you can sacrifice virgins too? UhSchool flunkie, pill junkieBut look at the accolades the skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toAnd I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue in cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky but funkyBut in my head, there's something I can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils and here's what they want from meThey're askin' me to eliminate some of the women-hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I haveThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the women, how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for (Satan)It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king? Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?
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