(Announcer) Welcome back, to the stage of history (Eminem) Yo. Slim Shady! Yo. I fuckin.I I'll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww) Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to The only key that I see to defeat you Would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you And force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe I lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse You think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you (Bitch!) I ain't a fuckin G, I'm a cannibal I ain't tryin to shoot you, I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass And have you with open gas just strapped to a soakin mattress Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!) Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket To fill it full of explosive gasses And close it back with a lit match in it While I sit back and just hope it catches Blow you to fragments Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes Chorus: J-Black (repeat 2X) I see the light at the end But every time I take a step, it gets dim Tell me is this hell we're livin in? If so, heaven's got to be better But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down (J-Black) Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never) I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse I'ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, fuck the liver spot One day we all gon' die But when I die, I'ma be so high That I'ma get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare With the chalk outline still there I smoke 'til I choke and I sex a lot I got a cross on my chain but it's just to rock Now if I pray everynight (night) Do I still have to hold my tray very tight? You feel me God? I done did so much shit while on Earth I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a Northface Nickle nine at my waist, on the Lord's faith Angels greet me but I don't reply back Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where's Thai at? Chorus 1/2 (Announcer) Maxi was seriously wounded but the soul still burns Final battle, fight! (Masta Ace) Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her Ten blocks, untie the bitch and I still bag her Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel Everyday I grow more older, and more colder Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare Cause you fuckin with some niggaz like this who just don't care Chorus (J-Black) But every time I take a step, it gets dim. Tell me is this hell we're livin in? Haha. (Announcer) Time's up! You lose!
Writer(s): Mathers Marshall B, Clear Duval A, Griffin-black Jeret Eustace