text: Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings.
  But Im only going to get this one chance.
  Somethings wrong, I can feel it.
  Six minutes. Six Minutes. Six minutes, Slim Shady, youre on!
  Just a feeling Ive got. Like something is about to happen, but I dont know what. If that means what I think it means, were in trouble, big trouble; and if he is as bananas as you say, Im not taking any chances.
  You are just what the doc ordered.
  I wake up fine and dandy
  But then by the time I find it handy
  To rip my heart apart and start
  Planning my crash landing
  I go up, up, up, up, up to the ceiling
  Then I feel my soul start leaving
  Like an old mans hair receding
  Im pleading, Please, oh please!
  On my knees repeatedly asking
  Why its got to be like this
  Is this living free?
  I dont wanna be the one
  Be the one to have the suns blood on my hands
  Ill tell the moon
  Take this weapon, forged in darkness
  Some see a pen, I see harpoon
  This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
  You dont really wanna get into a pissin match
  With this rappity-brat, packin a MAC in the back of the Ac
  Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
  And at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while Im practicin that
  Ill still be able to break a motherfuckin table
  Over the back of a couple of faggots, 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 havin a rough time period, heres a maxi pad
  Its actually disastrously bad for the wack
  While Im masterfully constructing this master piece
  Im 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?
  Let me show you maintaining this shit aint that hard, that hard
  There’s an infestation in my mind’s imagination
  I hope that they choke on smoke cause I’m smoking them out the basement
  This is not rap, this is not hip-hop
  Just another attempt to make the voices stop
  Rapping to prove nothing, just writing to say something
  Cause I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t rushing to saying nothing
  This doesn’t mean I lost my dream
  It’s just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean
  Nah, I didn’t understand a thing you said
  If I didn’t know better, Id guess you’re all already dead
  Mindless zombies walking around with a limp and a hunch
  Saying stuff like, “you only live once
  Youve got one time to figure it out
  One time to twist and one time to shout
  One time to think and I say we start now
  Sing it with me if you know what I’m talking about
  Hall of Fame
  Even though Ill walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
  Only Hall of Fame Ill be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
  On the wall of 
  You fags think its all a game, til I walk a flock of flames
  Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin?
  Little gay-looking boy
  So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, looking boy
  Youre witnessing a massacre
  Like youre watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
  Oy vey, that boys gay!, thats all they say, looking boy
  You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
  And a way to go from your label every day, looking boy
  Hey, looking boy! What you say, looking boy?
  I get a hell yeah from Dre, looking boy
  Ima work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
  Get outta my face, looking boy!
  Basically, boy, youre never gonna be capable
  Of keeping up with the same pace, looking boy, cause—
  Im beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
  All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
  The way Im racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
  Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
  Kneel before General Zod
  This planets Krypton – no, Asgard, Asgard
  On the eve of a day thats forgotten and fake
  As the trees, they await, and clouds anticipate
  The start of a day when we put on our face
  A mask that portrays that we dont need grace
  On the eve of a day that is bigger than us
  But we open our eyes, cause were told that we must
  And the trees wave their arms and the clouds try to plead
  Desperately yelling, Theres something we need!
  Im not free, I asked forgiveness three times
  Same amount that I denied, I three-time MVPd this crime
  Im afraid to tell you who I adore
  Wont tell you who Im singing towards
  Metaphorically, Im a whore, and thats denial number four
  Once in a while
  So I wanna make sure, somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes
  To maybe try to help get some people through tough times
  But I gotta keep a few punchlines
  Just in case, cause even you unsigned
  Rappers are hungry looking at me like its lunchtime
  I know there was a time where once I
  Was king of the underground
  But I still rap like Im on my Pharoahe Monch grind
  So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
  Appeal with the skin color of mine
  You get too big and here they come tryin
  To censor you, like that one line
  I said on Im Back from The Mathers LP 1 when I
  Tried to say Ill take seven kids from Columbine
  Put em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9
  Id die for you, thats easy to say
  We have a list of people that we would take
  A bullet for them, a bullet for you
  A bullet for everybody in this room
  But I dont seem to see many bullets coming through
  See many bullets coming through
  Metaphorically Im the man
  But literally I dont know what Id do
  Id live for you, and thats hard to do
  Even harder to say when you know its not true
  Even harder to write when you know that tonight
  There were people back home who tried talking to you
  But then you ignore them still
  All these questions they’re for real
  Like who would you live for? Who would you die for?
  And would you ever kill?
  Ima kill you!
  Lyrics comin at you at supersonic speed 
  Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin Im a human
  What I gotta do to get it through to you? Im superhuman
  Innovative and Im made of rubber, so that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and itll glue to you and
  Im devastating, more than ever demonstrating
  How to give a motherfuckin audience a feeling like its levitating
  Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
  For the day that they can say I fell off, theyll be celebrating
  Cause I know the way to get em motivated
  I make elevating music, you make elevator music
  Oh, hes too mainstream.
  Well, thats what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
  Its not hip-hop, its pop, because I found a hella way to fuse it
  With rock, shock rap with Doc
  Throw on Lose Yourself and make em lose it
  Im evil to the core
  What I shouldnt do I will
  They say Im emotional
  What I want to save Ill kill
  Is that who I truly am?
  I truly dont have a chance
  Tomorrow Ill keep a beat
  And repeat yesterdays dance
  Yo, this song will never be on the radio
  Even if my clique were to pick and the people were to vote
  Its the few, the proud, and the emotional
  Yo, you, bulletproof in black like a funeral
  The world around us is burning but were so cold
  Its the few, the proud, and the emotional
  Weve turned our hands to guns
  Traded our thumbs for ammunition
  I must forewarn you, of my disorder, or my condition
  Cause when the sun sets
  It upsets whats left of my invested interest
  Interested in putting my fingers to my head
  The solution is, I see a whole room of these mutant kids
  Fused at the wrist
  I simply tell them they should shoot at this
  Simply suggest my chest and this confused music, its
  Obviously best for them to turn their guns to a fist
  Make lemonade then!
  But if I cant batter the women
  How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
  Dont mistake him for Satan; its a fatal mistake
  If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
  To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and
  Dont be a retard; be a king? Think not
  Why be a king when you can be a god?