[Eminem - Intro] Ayo, I know it’s been a minute But were back!!! It’s the return of the Dozen Muthaf-ckers Lets goooo [Hook - Eminem] Fame, fame, fame I think it’s got me going crazy, ooo-ooooh I getting lost in this game, game, game I’m getting tired of all you naysayers, ooo-ooooh Keep speakin’ my name, name, name And you’ll have reason to hate me Yeaaaah Its like you dont want me to win So this time i’m going in [Verse 1] This the life of a rah Jager-meister and vodka Hopping off at the club’s balcony into the crowd surfing And when they drop me, I’m randomly socking fans During my interviews, hocky masks, left the journalists on her ass I’m high off Speed, driving my car at high speed Pocket full of weed while lesbians swollow E In the studio ignant, my engineer gon’ call police I feel asleep on the sound board, aint did a song for weeks And it’s ? all up in my head, giving thanks for grateful dead Bussing in the air with 30 bitches up in my bed I’m kickin’ em out naked, and its December N-ggas ask me why I did it, but f-ck it I can’t remember [Hook - Eminem] [Verse 2] Them boys are wildin’ Drinkin’, cussin’ and hyper smilin’ Been ridin’ for days, tour bus look like Rikers Island Henny, Jack Daniels, spray painting a die hard fan Little cocker spaniel, fresh outta the damn zoo Man you, better be concious I’m backstage living it up With a couple of sluts feeling nauseous, drinking It’s been a couple of days since I’ve slept My dick is sore from f-cking, when I bust there’s nothing left Just Dozen, back on the stage Give me my microphone Scrapping with the audience while we perform hyper songs Our label presented us with a plaque Brought it on stage, and bash it to pieces with aluminum bats, thanks! Now which one of you bitches down for the cause Yeah I said my dick is sore but I aint say shit about my balls Last call, then we off to the next city Whatever I didn’t drink on my rider, bag it up and take the rest with me [Hook] [Eminem] Yeah this game has got me going crazy F-ck it I am crazy Whats new, what kind of f-cking glue you think I’d be if I was glue We lost Proof, he was our groups glue but where was you when we were fallin’ apart? You were shittin on us too But no one but us knew we were beefing cause thats what happens When you beef with crew, it stays in your crew Cause its just crew, but were back now Yeah we took our time but we punched through Only thing were in a hurry for now is to rush you And we back to say shit you dont got the guts or the nuts too Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, f-ck you Atchooo, bless you I’m allergic to pussy, sluts too Yeah you think you’re the shit till we flush you Have some bullshit to readjust to Now theres just a few of us left but it’d be unjust to rob us our just dues So Rest In Peace to Bugz and Proof, this ones for you homies we love you But we can’t stop now we’d have too much of our blood drew from this fame [Hook]
put it on my wee wee banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange (x4)
got a dick as big as a banana i try to control it, but i can't it's too tough, it's like an (?) banana you better watch out, hannah montana man, what's the matter, have you no manners? no, you know the girl from juno's address? yeah, i'ma probably go to jail for that now i got the cops on my tail for that run up on your car with a stale banana in your tail pipe, can't believe you fell for that coulda been a molotov for that wait a minute, man, what the hell was that? i heard a noise, where you goin'? what are you, bananas? you can't go back there, stupid ass i just seen a woman in a freddy kruger mask who the fuck are you, superman? all you have is a little stupid can of whipped cream what the hell you gonna do with that? i'ma put it on my wee wee ooh, good answer super bonanza extravaganza man, go ahead, what you waitin' for? you better get them clothes off, baby boy come on, let's go, we're gonna make a porn ready, set, go. hit play, record
put it on my wee wee banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange (x4)
are you ready? you better hold the camera steady she's probably back there with a damn machete she's probably gonna eat you like canned spaghetti she's probably gonna kill ya, still wanna check, see? have a little quick look? go on, (?) she's probably six foot tall like big foot the hell with that, we probably should run don't dare look back we probably, probably, probably there probably was a problem at the post office or something but you probably didn't know that, did ya? now what ya gonna do when she gets ya? i ain't goin' with ya, forget ya quit tryna hold my hand, mista' pretend she's your little sista', little sista' (?) might as well take the whipped cream with ya and when you see her, make sure you get a picture we could try to make another blair witch-a movie a beastiality porno with smoothies
put it on my wee wee banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange (x4)
it's eerie, but here comes zack and mary(?) beauty and the beast, his back is hairy but she don't care, they're attractive, very very sexually active, very no, zack, don't go back in there it's too late now, she's grabbin' hair he screams, "bloody mary!", grabs a mirror but stop just ain't in her vocabular "get off me, please. get off me, stop." (?) at a coffee shop they go non-stop she says, "go" he says, "no" she says, "oh" back and forth, they scream and shout yeah, boy, let them demons out it's the kind of nightmare you dream about uh-oh, now the whipped cream is out i get sick thoughts, sick, sick, thoughts things you could do with your lipstick gloss(?) put it on my dick 'til the tip looks orange bitch, keep going! bitch, keep going!
put it on my wee wee banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange (x4)
Ryan’s a homicidal misfit I write the solution to biophysics On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics This my admission to having violent psychotic Quick devour polish it, politics By the way I’m higher than the Eiffel Tower tip I like writin’, but I will stick this pencil in your ass before I bite your shit Pause, inhalin’ hella kush Us and Yelawolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push Felons, crooks, goin’ door-to-door like we sellin’ books Dolly Parton style, melons mushed Now my bitch a dancer, I’m ’bout as sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, you’d prob’ly rip your pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It prob’ly’ll smell like cologne made out of bits of panther They call me Anchorman, I hold down the ship Leave you niggas floatin’ in water, then go and drown a fish Fuck, I’m fuckin’ heinous, I make you fuckin’ famous Them lead showers is comin’, fuck is you sayin’?
(Eminem)
Fuck, it’s fuckin’ rainin’! Shit, there’s lightning! Bitch, it’s thunderin’, ’cause I’m hustlin’ up a storm if you wonderin’ Shit (Shit), you couldn’t muster up enough thought To take a dump during a brain fart, jump if you want Urine in your face, all you had to do was say That you wish you would’ve just stayed pissed off in the first place We came to monopolize the game, Illuminati is here Yeah, human oddities, at odds with us, your squad’s gotta be ‘Cause we started out cold in a snowball, we froze Soon as we rolled up on these hoes, all’s we know Is y’all lowered like bar like limbo, you know who you are So quit fuckin’ the dog ‘fore we start callin’ you bizarre Shit, screw the pooch? Y’all done raped a pit bull Fell in love with the shih-tzu, this missile’s directed directly at you And this for these hoes who don’t know me from a can of paint You must be huffin’, fuck a ballsack, if the taints cain’t Take you on a date, you mistake me for a gentleman You 2000 and late, man, and Will I ain’t, I’m the bad guy Type of guy that’ll drag five girls up on stage Pour ice in their pants, and the first one who pees gets a black eye
(Eminem)
Must be outta your mind, you think you fuckin’ with us Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up, this game is over
(Joell Ortiz)
Puffin’ loosies, watchin’ I Love Lucy with Gary Busey (Crazy!) How the fuck could you son me? (I’m Shady!) Will there ever come a day when they could slay me? I don’t know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe ‘Til then I kill the bad man tryna slay me Everything you kick weak, your spit kung fugazi (Hi-ya!) All my homeboys, 2.0 Boys Nickle, I just picked up a Phantom, look how it rolls, Royce! Even if I wanted to quit, I ain’t got no choice Verses keep comin’, I should invoice my own voice You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoist Hoes be like diamonds in your chain, man, so moist Bang bang, bang bang, House Gang, chainsaw Here to kill you pussies, don’t ask what we came for I write ’til my right arm veins sore Forearm feel like Thor’s arm in a gang war You hear that (YAOWA), you know who finna file out Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball Piranha mentality wit’ a Jaws bite all night Comin’ up, never saw light, but never lost sight
(Joe Budden)
Jets and movers, cesspoolers, meth abusers You step to us, text Rugers to respect the shooters My men think in sync, roll with the best crew Move to the beat of the same drum without Lex Luger Welcome to Nayhood, big in the ‘jects, G Cheated death multiple times without riggin’ the deck So I’m well-prepped if you just want war There’ll be blood everywhere, you be layin’ on the Louboutin floor It’s raw, you keepin’ actin’ like you don’t know Mouse, nigga And you gon’ need the best doctors, House, nigga Guard your jewels and avoid large tools ‘Cause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car pool Keep your distance from idiots, ’cause the truth told They food for thought’s rotten, they gems are fool’s gold Need results from my actions, mistakes I’ll exonerate I’m Martin King starin’ at a picture of Obama’s face Talkin’ funds, niggas ain’t never seen stock I don’t need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock
Must be outta your mind, you think you fuckin’ with us Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up, this game is over
(Crooked I)
Takeoff You invited inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymer I’m kind of a (Dahmer!), I’m grindin’ up rappers I’m linin’ up jackers, I’m climbin’ up ladders I buy enough clappers to retire you factors, fire at drama You liars and actors, I’m the genuine article But read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles (The gold hand) Tell me when and I’m there Not only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in air Stay fly like a limited fare You got us pegged wrong, my circle don’t fit in with squares I smell shit and piss, know where it’s comin’ from You stepped on number two just to be number one Now I’ma step on you, bring it to yo’ yard Bogart for arts, we go hard You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the west I’m Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart
(Yelawolf)
I got no Jim Beam in the liver Gettin’ head like clean clippers, wit’ haters on my dick like a jeans zipper When I throw up 16s like I drink liqour You think you seen sick? Well, bitch, you ain’t seen sicker Then I’ll crack, and then I’ll hop around in a hospital gown Poppin’ the trunk, my pumper stay cockin’ the round I shit logs and I piss river brown ‘Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile And that’s as close as I get to a pyramid Shit, they think I’m Illuminati, so fuckin’ ignorant Sick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocent But when you win, they say you a sin, but in the end They jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playin’ Skinny-ass pants saggin’, it’s only yourself you playin’ Call me a clown, but you love where the clown’s hangin’ And the freakshow’s at the county carnival, then you payin’ Bitch, I’m on a trapeze with no legs in the dark Yellin’ “Go Shady!” Drivin’ slower than an old lady In an old ’89, no piece if you pay me Gimme peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes I’m gettin’ paid for these shows that I throw lately Same shows a year ago woulda broken most of you crazies They call me crazy ’cause I made it Bitch, you crazy ’cause you quit, look at my clique lately You ain’t fuckin’ wit’ Budden, you ain’t got no choice with Royce You don’t wanna see the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the Point-Oh Boys And if Marshall want me to clap, then, homie, I deploy Game over
(Eminem)
(Yo, I don’t think they heard you, tell ‘em again)
Intro: Uh no, what is happening to my brain, I can't believe this is happening again.
Verse 1: Lava out my lips I flips, wait I think I have a cramp I'm trying to shove the lava lamp up my father's ass I think I'm out of gas man, I need another mask I'd ask my mother but I think she's laughing at the plant A half a gram of Graham Crackers and some bandy camps I think I'll eat some ambience like the candy yams Cut a couple cadavers up and have a snack Abracadabra mother fucker, look who's fucking back Just like a pendulum, Satan's pentagram swings I accidently dented it and bent the damn thing Shit I think I might of did it when I was dancing While I was chopping one of my legs of when I pulled a hamstring First I re-up then I relapse, go to rehab Then I Detox after I see doc then I'll be back With the sequel, repeat the cycle 'Cause I react like the Seahawk when I see Nyquil.
Hook: Uh no Here we go again I don't know When its going to end Uh whoa Where did it begin So long ago May be way back when Uh no.
Verse 2: And to the well baby Jessica fell She may have wetted herself Quit playing get her some help Mary Kayler Turner was sending me letters from jail Everyday in journal saying how she wanted to smother me in lettuce and milk
I'm the medicine man, my medical marijuana Was prescribed by a doctor, shove the entire fighter up her Perez Hilton's ass, shit I almost forgot that He's always shoving something up his ass, so why not that And fuck it, while I'm venting let's shove a vending machine Up his rear end when he's bending over pretending that he Didn't say anything that would be offending to me Stick his head in a blender, begin blending and gee Where should I put the pink sissy with the fluffy hair Put him under the stairs, people are already under there Hmm, I wonder where, wait I think the cupboard's bare Stuff him up in the Tupperware and shove him up in there.
Hook: Uh no Here we go again I don't know When its going to end Uh whoa Where did it begin So long ago May be way back then Uh no.
Verse 3: Vicodin's like a nitrogen hydrogen vitamin I bite into five and then I get high as a kite again I like it when I get in my zone on the mic again Who am I kidding', I couldn't quit this shit if my life depends I relapsed twice after I came outta Brighton then Yeah rehab's nice, I have my name up in light again You see that's why, I can't decipher what life I'm in I might pull a knife on your wife and slice her then dice her then It sounds so enticing' isn't it nice when I'm hype again On nights when I'm like this, no time to write this just type it in If I could get my pen to slow down, what did I write just then Man I'm about to hyperventilate, I just have hyper tension I have the type of mental state you couldn't comprehend When usually stupid of you for you to think I'm your friend I usually do what I do and suffer no consequence I offer no mercy, the controversy is once again
Uh no Here we go again I don't know When its going to end Uh whoa Where did it begin So long ago May be way back then Uh no.
My name is … some kind like … I’m … when you can’t sleep and you’re still up, I get the ball and I’m like ..you can’t get a .. You probably got strip …no reason to trip I grab like … I smile like John .. come on I’m hard .. … no loss to .. …ain’t doing it ain’t pursuing no lawsuits I ain’t suing, I know what I’m doing Give you the ball and your life is ruined I’m like Rasheed I remind me the spirit of Proof I’m happy go lucky Balling and grooving I’m on the move I’m smooth with it Give me the ball, you don’t know what to do with it Shoot it in the basket your other team needs a casket Lebron saying, don’t respond There’s no back and forth This game is little man I play aloud and walk away just to shush the crowd You trying to touch? Sit down
…homie that get ugly this is… Man I don’t think you ready I get the crowd rolled up Like a U-Haul truck just call me … Ain’t too … I live you to .. Man I love this game who the hell you called up, You need points on the paint, I’m … All my … on the bank and I’m … Yeah baby it’s true, I’m talking to you You already know what to do Just pass to me, it just so happens to be That I …so …you ain’t convinced Give it to …Prince we haven’t stayed calm since Need the ball ….
…homie that get ugly this is… Man I don’t think you ready I said we get everybody the ball … I said ahh give me the ball .. You ain’t missing it ….basketball Homie, hey yo …
My motto is live by the bottle so why is my supply low Bringing the truck mode with the high load Stay grounded but I still reach for the sky, though Ghetto idol I think but what do I know Shit I know a lot more than I should The hoot stood by me just like I thought it would Don’t act like I’m Hollywood when I probably could I don’t pally, Muhamad Ali of rap I don’t rally gag, west coast to home with a body bag the shot even mag Lost Angeles where the party at? You can catch me anywhere where there’s the party at Yeah, Andre is back so have a cardiac Started back with the black, raider started cap Gangster rap, we practically fucking started that Every day with this game I’m getting smarter at Sky’s the limit so every time I get on the track
Guns blaze when I shine, make a wish quick Let’s start on the shooting kind Front page all the time, you boys feel sick but I ain’t got no roof of mine I dream topless, I live topless Like my girl is the game with her tities out I dream topless, I live topless Sky is the limit, I’m paid to run the city now
Your skin is travelling bad have you ever existence Yours is shabby and scab while mine is blistening Vivid on my skin how many continents I visit in You could journey with me to different places by listening Shitting on them, your brother got it covered with the slug and knuckle it However you wanted I love it Our hustle’s with, the greed, the grime, my genetic code make up murderer by the zone Am I calendar time when night meets day I’m in the light drape … like a high speed chase Adrenaline like jog and then jump and rope in place Muhamad Ali hobby’s no Pillate trying to keep the ocean by me Hit a rich man’s wife see what these hose …buy me looking for but it’s nice to see the road behind me Hotel with seven stars but gets flowing, keep your lid get dog to private jet bow and topless
Guns blaze when I shine, make a wish quick Let’s start on the shooting kind Front page all the time, you boys feel sick but I ain’t got no roof of mine I dream topless, I live topless Like my girl is the game with her tities out I dream topless, I live topless Sky is the limit, I’m paid to run the city now.
