Ooww
ladies and gentlemen
the moment you've all
been waiting for
In this corner
weighing 175 pounds
With a record of
seventeen rapes,
four hundred assaults
and four murders
The undisputed
most diabolical
villain in the world
Slim Shady!
So crack a bottle
let your body waddle
don't act like a
snobby model
you just hit the lotto
O-oh o-oh, b*****s
hopping in my Tahoe
got one riding shotgun
and no not one of 'em
got clothes
Now where's
the rubbers?
Whose got the rubbers?
I notice there's
so many of 'em
and there's really
not that many of us
And ladies love us
my posse's
kicking up dust
It's on till the
break of dawn
and we're starting
this party from dusk
OK let's go
back wit Andre
the giant
mister elephant tusk
Fix your musk
you'll just be another
one bit the dust
Just one of my
mothers sons who got
thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt
lick my wonder cheese
from under my n**s
It disgusts me to see
the game the way
that it looks
It's a must
I redeem my name
'n' haters get mushed
B*****s lust
man they love me
when I'm layin' the cut
fist the cup
The lady gave her
eighty some paper cut
now picture us
it's ridiculous
you curse at the thought
Cuz when I spit
the verse the s**t
gets worse than
Worcestershire sauce
If I could fit the words
as picture perfect
works every time
Every verse, every line
as simple as
nursery rhymes
It's elementary
the elephants have
entered the room
I venture to say
we're the centre
of attention it's true
Not to mention
back with a vengeance
so here's the signal
Of the bat symbol
the platinum trio is
back on your hoes
So crack a bottle
let your body waddle
don't act like a
snobby model
you just hit the lotto
O-oh o-oh, b*****s
hopping in my Tahoe
got one riding shotgun
and no not one of 'em
got clothes
Now where's
the rubbers?
Whose got the rubbers?
I notice there's
so many of 'em
and there's really not
that many of us
And ladies love us
my posse's
kicking up dust
It's on till the
break of dawn
and we're starting
this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen
Dr. Dre
They see that low rider
go by they're like oh my
you ain't got to tell me
why you're sick
cuz I know why
I dip through
in that six trey
like sick 'em Dre
I'm an itch
that they can't scratch
they're sick of me
But hey
what else can I say?
I love L.A.
cuz over and above all
it's just another day
And this one begins
where the last one ends
pick up where we left off
and get smashed again
I'll be dammed
just f***ked around
and crashed my Benz
Driving around with
a smashed front end
let's cash that one in
Grab another one
from out the stable
the Monte Carlo
El Camino
or the El Dorado
The hell if I know
Do I want leather
seats or vinyl?
Decisions, decisions
garage looks like
Precision Collision
Or Maaco beats
quake like Waco
just keep the bass low
speakers away from
your face though
So crack a bottle
let your body waddle
don't act like a
snobby model
you just hit the lotto
O-oh o-oh, b*****s
hopping in my Tahoe
got one riding shotgun
and no not one of 'em
got clothes
Now where's
the rubbers?
Whose got the rubbers?
I notice there's
so many of 'em
and there's really
not that many of us
And ladies love us
my posse's
kicking up dust
It's on till the
break of dawn
and we're starting
this party from dusk
And I take great pleasure
in introducing
50 Cent
It's bottle
after bottle
the money ain't a thing
when you party with me
it's what we into
It's simple
we ball out of control
like you wouldn't believe
I'm the napalm the bomb
the don I'm King Kong
get rolled on
wrapped up
and reigned on
I'm so calm
through Vietnam
ring the alarm
Bring the shaun dawn
burn m*******a
do what you want
n***a on and on
Till the break of what
get the paper man
I'm caking you know
I don't give a f**k
I spend it like it
don't mean nothing
Blow it like
it's supposed
to be blown
Mother f***er
I'm grown
I stunt I style
I flash the s**t
I gets what the f**k
I want so what I trick
Fat a**e burgundy bags
classy s**t
Jimmy Choos shoes
I say move
a b****h move
So crack a bottle
let your body waddle
don't act like
a snobby model
you just hit the lotto
O-oh o-oh, b*****s
hopping in my Tahoe
got one riding shotgun
and no not one of 'em
got clothes
Now where's
the rubbers?
Whose got the rubbers?
I notice there's
so many of 'em
and there's really
not that many of us
And ladies love us
my posse's
kicking up dust
It's on till
the break of dawn
and we're starting
this party from dusk