Album=Marshall mathers LP

(a line with a * before it indicates a part I wasn't sure about) (Gently
Rapping:) When I was just a little baby boy my mamma used to tell
me
these crazy things She used to tell me my daddy was an evil
man, she used to tell me he hated me But then I got a little bit older
and I realized she was the crazy one But there was nothing I
could try to
say or do to change her 'cause that's just the way she was (Violently
Rapping:) They say I can't rap about being broke
no more They didn't say I can't rap about coke no more (female voice: ahhhh!) Slut! You
think I won't choke no whore, Till her
vocal cords don't work in her
throat no more (same sampled female voice: ahhhh!) These motherfuckers are thinking I'm playin',
thinking I'm sayin' This shit 'cause I'm
thinkin' it just to be sayin' it (ahhhh!) Put your hands down, bitch, I ain't gonna shoot you I'm
gonna pull YOU to this bullet and put it thru you!
(ahhhh!) Shut up, Slut! You're causing too much chaos Just bend over and take like a
slut...ok ma! "Oh, now he's raping his own mother,
abusing her *Worse, snortin' coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"
You're goddamn right, bitch, and now it's too late I'm
triple-platnum and tragedies happen in two states I invented
violence you vile venomous vomital bitches Vain, Vicadin, Rin-rin-rin
(this last bit is accompanied by a chainsaw sound effect)
Touch this chainsaw, left his brains all Dangling from his neck
while his head barely hangs on Blood, guts, guns, cuts Knives,
lives, wives, nuns, sluts (Chorus) Bitch, I'm-a kill you! You don't
wanna fuck with me, girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me Bitch,
I'm-a kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef, we ain't never stop
beefin', an' I squash the beef You better kill me I'm-a be
another rapper dead, for poppin' off at the mouth with shit I
shouldn't've said But when they kill me I'm bringin' the world with me,
bitches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me I said you don't
Wanna fuck with Shady 'Cause Shady Will fuckin' kill you You don't
Wanna fuck with Shady 'Cause Shady Will fuckin' kill you Bitch
, I'm-a kill you! Like a murder weapon I'm-a conceal you In a
closet with mildew, sheets, pillows & film you Fuck with me, I've
been thru hell, shut the hell up I'm tryin' to develop these pictures of
the Devil to sell them I ain't Acid Rap but I rap on acid *Got a new
glow ball & just had a strap-on added Woops! Is that a subliminal
hint? No, It's criminal intent, to sodomize women again! Eminem
offend? NO! Eminem'll assault! And if you ever give it to him you'll
give him an impulse To do it again, THEN, if he does it again
You probabaly end up jumping out of something up in the tent
Bitch, I'm-a kill you...I ain't done, this aint the chorus I ain't even drug
you in the woods yet to paint the forest A bloodstain is orange after
you wash it three or four times It's tough, but that's normal, ain't it
Norman? Serial killer hiding murder material In a cereal box on top of
your stereo Here we go again, we're out of out medicine Out of our
minds, and we're wanting yours, let us in Or I'm-a kill you! You don't
Fuck with me gurls leave you aint nothing but a slut to me, I'm-a kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef, we ain't never stop beefin', an' I squash
the beef You better kill me I'm-a be another rapper dead, for poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't've said But when they kill me
I'm bringin' the world with me, bitches too, you ain't nothin' but a
girl to me (i said) You don't Wanna fuck with Shady ('cause why?)
'Cause Shady Will fuckin' kill you (heh heh) You don't Wanna fuck
with Shady (why?) 'Cause Shady Will fuckin' kill you (heh heh)
Know why I say these things 'Cause ladies screams be creepin' in
Shady's dreams And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay
these shrinks These eighty g's just to say the same things
threese... Twice, whatever, I hate these things Fuck shots, I hope this
weed'll outweigh these drinks Motherfuckers want me to come on
their radio shows Just to argue with them 'cause their ratings stink?
Fuck that! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer From fat bitch to
all seventy-thousand pounds of her From the princapal to student
body and counseler From in school to before school to outta
school I don't even believe in breathin' I'm leavin' air in your
lungs so you can keep screamin' for me to seep it OK! I'm
ready to go play! I got the machette from O.J., I'm ready to make
everyone's throats ache You faggots keep egging me on 'Till I
have you at knife point then you beg me to stop? Shut up! Give
me your hands and feet! I said shut up when I'm talking to you! You
hear me? ANSWER ME! Or I'm-a kill you! You don't wanna fuck
with me, girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me Bitch, I'm-a
kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef, we ain't never stop beefin', an'I squash the beef You better kill me I'm-a be another rapper dead, for
poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't've said But when they
kill me I'm bringin' the world with me, bitches too, you ain't nothin'
but a girl to me bitch I'm-a kill you You don't Wanna fuck with
Shady ('cause why?) 'Cause Shady Will fuckin' kill you (ha ha
ha) You don't Wanna fuck with Shady (why not?) 'Cause Shady Will
fuckin' kill you Ha ha ha. I'm just playin', ladies. You know I love
you.