[Hook: Eminem]

[Hook: Eminem]
Whether you rap or you don't rap
Duck for you get rushed
Get stuck fucking with us
Cause..
We don't give a fuck

[Kon Artis]
Oh, we sound like clones uh?
Where the fuck you think he started at homes, huh?
Skip the small talk, talking is a risk you take
Kick yo' face 'till yo' head go through this window and break
To the 1-9, Denaun cause the gun-line
And collect yank from every weed spot like I'm one time
I'm ain't the remorseful type, I'll drink and still drive prone on any thing at any given night
Fuck leaving my roots, I'm still in cahoots with nincompoops who shoot up like troops in Babe Ruth
Pull up in a red hersh, with Fred Durst dressed like a nurse
With a cold purse, screaming the stove hurt

[Bizarre]
On my Harley Davison, I ride down Main Street
I speed with my dad's name on my ass cheek
Gimme your ones and get robbed with a broken gun
Got you doing more dances than Puffy's son
All you groupies that wanna get took
You gotta be 12 years old with a coloring book
And anyone else who wanna get fucked, cause
(Yeah bitch, oh shit!)

[Hook]

[Eminem]
We interrupt your little world of perfectness
To bring you the shit to murder conservatives with
To curse and diss, with verses so merciless these words can just fuck up your high worse than this
I've killed for less, and dumped bodies in the muthafuckin' wilderness
I'm a wildebeest, I've concealed the peace even after I was busted by Warren Police
You think just because I got caught by these cops once
I'm not gonna carry shotguns to blow your wigs back like hamburgers without any top buns
So many damn murders I can't even count one
Two black guns, I don't know maybe they're Magnums
I don't know what the fuck they're called, I just grabbed 'em
12-gauge dumped in a drug-fueled rage, fuck age, I'm still goin' through my "fuck-you" stage
I'm a 27-year-old eleven-year-old, I'mma never grow up, bitch I ain't gon' never get old
I'll be sitting here with a cane and a beard
Still insane and as weird as the day I came in here, brain in my rear, yeah
So 'till I'm wrinkled as Robert Van Winkle, I'mma drop a damn single every goddamn week people
It's D12, June 19th, so do like me, and go buy three, with no ID
Kids

[Proof]
Now why you wanna play a game with me, dangerously
The outcome's hot, once splittin' your brain in three
Proof with crooked raps, always ask them "What the fuck you lookin' at"?
And invite the hook to scrap
I gave my life to God, n***a, then I took it back
Took it black, this fuckin' gat, will leave your cookie cracked
Detroit's, derelict, arrogant, terrorist, straight on you areospit
Spit at people various people, to leave you bloody 'till your buried with
Every hit was serious, n***as wanna know how murderous The Dirty Harry is
When I'm on your front porch with guns about to bust
Cause..

[Hook]

[Swift]
When they run into Swift they change directions
My shit so tight when hoes hear it they catch a yeast infection
You need protection, you gon' fear it
I snatch away yo' DNA from existence, with no spirit
Give up the carrots or see Farakhan the .9
Fuckin' with mine is like chewin' up swine, on Christmas
With a white trailer bitch on his arm, chillin' in Europe, havin dinner with a platime
I attack killin', fuckin' hoes like Mack Dillin'
Stackin' obituaries higher than Michcael Jackson's cieiclin'
I leaves nobody livin', I got Satan shiverin'
Hate what I'm deliverin', you know the best then send 'em in, crack you with a fifth of gin
You got your mem, but they all wearin' skirts like them ***** from Scotland, you hoes are not grimm
Don't make me stop in with a mag,