* the only difference is that the album version censors


  the line "raped the women's swim team" in the third verse

Intro: Frogg

Whoah!


A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em


and like, back and forth because ah


this is.. what you thought it wasn't


It beez.. the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen


I be the F-R-O the double G *coughing in background*


And check out the man he goes by the name of er...

Verse One: Eminem

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady


I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady


I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer


Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer


You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from


You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album


Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open


I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then


My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)


I have a disease and they don't know what to call it


Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash


Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass


Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin


You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson 


The proof is in the puddin, just ask the Shawn Holman


I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman

Chorus:

So when you see me on your block with two glocks 


Screamin _Fuck the World_ like Tupac


I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!


Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin


tellin your boys that I'm on crack


I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!


So put my tape back on the rack


Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack


I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!


But see me on the street and duck


Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed


Cause I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!

Verse Two: Eminem

I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a Miilkbone


I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone


I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason


I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin


Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview


I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review


I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals


This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols


But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles


Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!)


Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion


Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion


The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic


Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict


Half animal, half man


Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can


With more holes than an Afghan

Chorus

Verse Three: Eminem

Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)


I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine


I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin


Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion


Fuck droppin the jaw, I'm flippin the sacred treasure


I'll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher


I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches


Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes


In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush


Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush


Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed


Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team


Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian


Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again


I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median


Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in

Chorus

Outro: Eminem

Hey, fuck that!


Outsidaz..


Pace One..


Young Zee.