Ask, I was goanna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings But I’m only going to get this one chance Something’s wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you’re on) Just a feeling I’ve got, like something’s about to happen, but I don’t know what If that means, what I think it means, we’re in trouble, big trouble, And if he is as bananas as you say, I’m not taking any chances You were Just what the doctor ordered I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap Like a robot, so call me Raptor But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pencil go off when I half-sock It Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing off it Ever since 8111 Clinton was still In office With Monica Leninism feeling on his nut-sack I’m an MAC still as honest But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, chocoholic (Kill ‘me all with) This slickest, gibbered, hobbled hip hop You don’t really want get into a pissing match with this rapid rap Packing a Mac n the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yakked-WAC The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicing That I’ll still be able to break a monotheistic’ table Over the back of a couple of factors and crack It In half Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow?
All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack Rappers are having a rough time period, here’s a Maximal It’s actually disastrously bad For the wacko while I’m masterfully constructing this masterpiece as Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintaining this sit anti that hard, that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap Immortality Like I have got Well, to be truthful the blueprint’s simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since Mac’s get Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I’m a product of Racism, Alkali Sabbath, OPAC N- -W.
A, Cube, hey, Doc, Rene, Yell, Easy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run DIM and induct them into the monotheistic’ Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fag’s think it’s all a game ’till I walk a flock of flames Off of planking, tell me what in the buck are you thinking? Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy You witnessing a massacre Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy Oh eve, that boy’s gay, that’s all they say looking boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a “hell yeah” from Drew looking boy Mamma work for everything I have Never ask nobody for sit, get auto my face looking boy Basically boy you’re never goanna be capable To keep up with the same pace looking boy ‘Cause I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God The way I’m racing around the track, call me Mascara, Mascara Dale Reinhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General God this planet’s Krypton, no Sugars, Sugars So you be Thro and I’ll be Odin, you rodent, I’m omnipotent Let off then I’m reloading immediately with these bombs I’m toting’ And I should not be woken I’m the walking dead, but I’m Just a talking head, a zombie floating But I got your mom deep thronging.