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    RAPP GOOOD
    Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
    But I'm only going to get this one chance
    Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
    Just a feeling I 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 are just what the doc ordered)

    [Verse 1]
    I'm beginnin' 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 rap-bot
    But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
    I got a laptop in my back pocket
    My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
    Got a fat knot from that rap profit
    Made a livin' and a killin' off it
    Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
    With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his, nutsack
    I'm an MC still as honest
    But as rude and as indecent as all hell
    Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
    This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
    You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match with this rappity-rap
    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 I'm practicing that
    I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' 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 having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
    It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
    While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece (yeah)

    [Verse 2]
    Cause I'm beginnin' 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 ain't 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 (Pew)
    MC's get taken to school with this music
    Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
    Now I lead a new school full of students
    Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac
    N.W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
    Inspired enough to one day grow up
    Blow up and be in a position
    To meet Run DMC
    And induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock 'n
    Roll Hall of Fame
    Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
    Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
    On the wall of (shame)
    You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames
    Off a plank and
    Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
    Little gay-lookin boy
    So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy
    You're witnessing a mass-occur
    Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
    Oy vey, 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 every day, looking boy
    Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy
    I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
    I'ma work for
    Everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
    Get outta my face, looking boy
    Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up
    With the same pace, looking boy

    [Verse 3]
    Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
    All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
    The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
    Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
    Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton No Asgard, Asgard
    So you be Thor 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 throating
    I'm out my Ramen Noodle
    We have nothing in common, poodle
    I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
    It's me
    My honesty's brutal
    But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
    For good at least 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 it's lunchtime
    I know there was a time where once I, was king of the underground
    But I still rap like I'm 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 trying to censor you like that one line
    I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1
    When I tried to say
    "I'll take seven kids from Columbine
    Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
    See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but I'm
    Morphin' into an immortal
    Coming through the portal
    You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
    And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for (white boy!)
    You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking
    Cornrows
    You write normal? Fuck being normal
    And I just bought a new raygun from the future
    Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
    Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
    Singing to a man while they played piano
    Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
    So Ray J went straight to the radio station
    The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
    Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
    Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human
    What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
    Innovative and I'm made of rubber
    So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and
    I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
    How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
    Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
    For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
    Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
    I make elevating music, you make elevator music
    "Oh, he's too mainstream"
    Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
    "It's not hip-hop, it's pop"
    Cause I found a, hella way to fuse it
    With rock, shock rap with Doc
    Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
    "I don't know how to make songs like that
    I don't know what words to use"
    Let me know when it occurs to you
    While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
    It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you
    How many verses I gotta murder to
    Prove that if you were half as nice
    Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
    Ungh, school flunky, pill junkie
    But look at the accolades, these skills brung me
    Full of myself, but still hungry
    I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
    And I'm a million leagues above you
    Ill when I speak in tongues
    But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
    I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
    I'm asleep in the front seat
    Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz
    Still "Chunky but Funky"
    But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
    Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
    They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
    But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
    Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
    To the situation and understand the discrimination
    But fuck it
    Life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
    But if I can't batter the women
    How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
    Don't mistake him for Satan
    It's a fatal mistake
    If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
    To trip abroad
    And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
    Be a king? Think not
    Why be a king when you can be a God?
    Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
    But I'm only going to get this one chance
    Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
    Just a feeling I 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 are just what the doc ordered)

    [Verse 1]
    I'm beginnin' 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 rap-bot
    But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
    I got a laptop in my back pocket
    My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
    Got a fat knot from that rap profit
    Made a livin' and a killin' off it
    Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
    With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his, nutsack
    I'm an MC still as honest
    But as rude and as indecent as all hell
    Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
    This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
    You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match with this rappity-rap
    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 I'm practicing that
    I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' 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 having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
    It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
    While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece (yeah)

    [Verse 2]
    Cause I'm beginnin' 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 ain't 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 (Pew)
    MC's get taken to school with this music
    Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
    Now I lead a new school full of students
    Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac
    N.W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
    Inspired enough to one day grow up
    Blow up and be in a position
    To meet Run DMC
    And induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock 'n
    Roll Hall of Fame
    Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
    Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
    On the wall of (shame)
    You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames
    Off a plank and
    Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
    Little gay-lookin boy
    So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy
    You're witnessing a mass-occur
    Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
    Oy vey, 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 every day, looking boy
    Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy
    I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
    I'ma work for
    Everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
    Get outta my face, looking boy
    Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up
    With the same pace, looking boy

    [Verse 3]
    Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
    All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
    The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
    Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
    Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton No Asgard, Asgard
    So you be Thor 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 throating
    I'm out my Ramen Noodle
    We have nothing in common, poodle
    I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
    It's me
    My honesty's brutal
    But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
    For good at least 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 it's lunchtime
    I know there was a time where once I, was king of the underground
    But I still rap like I'm 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 trying to censor you like that one line
    I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1
    When I tried to say
    "I'll take seven kids from Columbine
    Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
    See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but I'm
    Morphin' into an immortal
    Coming through the portal
    You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
    And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for (white boy!)
    You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking
    Cornrows
    You write normal? Fuck being normal
    And I just bought a new raygun from the future
    Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
    Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
    Singing to a man while they played piano
    Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
    So Ray J went straight to the radio station
    The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
    Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
    Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human
    What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
    Innovative and I'm made of rubber
    So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and
    I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
    How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
    Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
    For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
    Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
    I make elevating music, you make elevator music
    "Oh, he's too mainstream"
    Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
    "It's not hip-hop, it's pop"
    Cause I found a, hella way to fuse it
    With rock, shock rap with Doc
    Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
    "I don't know how to make songs like that
    I don't know what words to use"
    Let me know when it occurs to you
    While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
    It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you
    How many verses I gotta murder to
    Prove that if you were half as nice
    Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
    Ungh, school flunky, pill junkie
    But look at the accolades, these skills brung me
    Full of myself, but still hungry
    I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
    And I'm a million leagues above you
    Ill when I speak in tongues
    But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
    I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
    I'm asleep in the front seat
    Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz
    Still "Chunky but Funky"
    But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
    Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
    They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
    But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
    Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
    To the situation and understand the discrimination
    But fuck it
    Life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
    But if I can't batter the women
    How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
    Don't mistake him for Satan
    It's a fatal mistake
    If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
    To trip abroad
    And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
    Be a king? Think not
    Why be a king when you can be a God?
    Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
    But I'm only going to get this one chance
    Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
    Just a feeling I 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 are just what the doc ordered)

    [Verse 1]
    I'm beginnin' 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 rap-bot
    But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
    I got a laptop in my back pocket
    My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
    Got a fat knot from that rap profit
    Made a livin' and a killin' off it
    Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
    With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his, nutsack
    I'm an MC still as honest
    But as rude and as indecent as all hell
    Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
    This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
    You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match with this rappity-rap
    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 I'm practicing that
    I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' 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 having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
    It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
    While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece (yeah)

    [Verse 2]
    Cause I'm beginnin' 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 ain't 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 (Pew)
    MC's get taken to school with this music
    Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
    Now I lead a new school full of students
    Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac
    N.W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
    Inspired enough to one day grow up
    Blow up and be in a position
    To meet Run DMC
    And induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock 'n
    Roll Hall of Fame
    Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
    Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
    On the wall of (shame)
    You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames
    Off a plank and
    Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
    Little gay-lookin boy
    So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy
    You're witnessing a mass-occur
    Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
    Oy vey, 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 every day, looking boy
    Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy
    I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
    I'ma work for
    Everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
    Get outta my face, looking boy
    Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up
    With the same pace, looking boy

    [Verse 3]
    Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
    All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
    The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
    Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
    Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton No Asgard, Asgard
    So you be Thor 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 throating
    I'm out my Ramen Noodle
    We have nothing in common, poodle
    I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
    It's me
    My honesty's brutal
    But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
    For good at least 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 it's lunchtime
    I know there was a time where once I, was king of the underground
    But I still rap like I'm 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 trying to censor you like that one line
    I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1
    When I tried to say
    "I'll take seven kids from Columbine
    Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
    See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but I'm
    Morphin' into an immortal
    Coming through the portal
    You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
    And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for (white boy!)
    You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking
    Cornrows
    You write normal? Fuck being normal
    And I just bought a new raygun from the future
    Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
    Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
    Singing to a man while they played piano
    Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
    So Ray J went straight to the radio station
    The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
    Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
    Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human
    What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
    Innovative and I'm made of rubber
    So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and
    I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
    How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
    Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
    For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
    Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
    I make elevating music, you make elevator music
    "Oh, he's too mainstream"
    Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
    "It's not hip-hop, it's pop"
    Cause I found a, hella way to fuse it
    With rock, shock rap with Doc
    Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
    "I don't know how to make songs like that
    I don't know what words to use"
    Let me know when it occurs to you
    While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
    It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you
    How many verses I gotta murder to
    Prove that if you were half as nice
    Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
    Ungh, school flunky, pill junkie
    But look at the accolades, these skills brung me
    Full of myself, but still hungry
    I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
    And I'm a million leagues above you
    Ill when I speak in tongues
    But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
    I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
    I'm asleep in the front seat
    Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz
    Still "Chunky but Funky"
    But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
    Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
    They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
    But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
    Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
    To the situation and understand the discrimination
    But fuck it
    Life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
    But if I can't batter the women
    How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
    Don't mistake him for Satan
    It's a fatal mistake
    If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
    To trip abroad
    And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
    Be a king? Think not
    Why be a king when you can be a God?
    Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
    But I'm only going to get this one chance
    Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
    Just a feeling I 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 are just what the doc ordered)

    [Verse 1]
    I'm beginnin' 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 rap-bot
    But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
    I got a laptop in my back pocket
    My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
    Got a fat knot from that rap profit
    Made a livin' and a killin' off it
    Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
    With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his, nutsack
    I'm an MC still as honest
    But as rude and as indecent as all hell
    Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
    This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
    You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match with this rappity-rap
    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 I'm practicing that
    I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' 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 having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
    It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
    While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece (yeah)

    [Verse 2]
    Cause I'm beginnin' 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 ain't 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 (Pew)
    MC's get taken to school with this music
    Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
    Now I lead a new school full of students
    Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac
    N.W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
    Inspired enough to one day grow up
    Blow up and be in a position
    To meet Run DMC
    And induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock 'n
    Roll Hall of Fame
    Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
    Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
    On the wall of (shame)
    You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames
    Off a plank and
    Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
    Little gay-lookin boy
    So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy
    You're witnessing a mass-occur
    Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
    Oy vey, 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 every day, looking boy
    Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy
    I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
    I'ma work for
    Everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
    Get outta my face, looking boy
    Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up
    With the same pace, looking boy

    [Verse 3]
    Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
    All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
    The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
    Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
    Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton No Asgard, Asgard
    So you be Thor 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 throating
    I'm out my Ramen Noodle
    We have nothing in common, poodle
    I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
    It's me
    My honesty's brutal
    But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
    For good at least 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 it's lunchtime
    I know there was a time where once I, was king of the underground
    But I still rap like I'm 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 trying to censor you like that one line
    I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1
    When I tried to say
    "I'll take seven kids from Columbine
    Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
    See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but I'm
    Morphin' into an immortal
    Coming through the portal
    You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
    And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for (white boy!)
    You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking
    Cornrows
    You write normal? Fuck being normal
    And I just bought a new raygun from the future
    Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
    Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
    Singing to a man while they played piano
    Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
    So Ray J went straight to the radio station
    The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
    Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
    Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human
    What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
    Innovative and I'm made of rubber
    So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and
    I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
    How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
    Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
    For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
    Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
    I make elevating music, you make elevator music
    "Oh, he's too mainstream"
    Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
    "It's not hip-hop, it's pop"
    Cause I found a, hella way to fuse it
    With rock, shock rap with Doc
    Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
    "I don't know how to make songs like that
    I don't know what words to use"
    Let me know when it occurs to you
    While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
    It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you
    How many verses I gotta murder to
    Prove that if you were half as nice
    Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
    Ungh, school flunky, pill junkie
    But look at the accolades, these skills brung me
    Full of myself, but still hungry
    I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
    And I'm a million leagues above you
    Ill when I speak in tongues
    But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
    I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
    I'm asleep in the front seat
    Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz
    Still "Chunky but Funky"
    But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
    Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
    They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
    But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
    Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
    To the situation and understand the discrimination
    But fuck it
    Life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
    But if I can't batter the women
    How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
    Don't mistake him for Satan
    It's a fatal mistake
    If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
    To trip abroad
    And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
    Be a king? Think not
    Why be a king when you can be a God?Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
    But I'm only going to get this one chance
    Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
    Just a feeling I 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 are just what the doc ordered)

    [Verse 1]
    I'm beginnin' 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 rap-bot
    But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
    I got a laptop in my back pocket
    My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
    Got a fat knot from that rap profit
    Made a livin' and a killin' off it
    Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
    With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his, nutsack
    I'm an MC still as honest
    But as rude and as indecent as all hell
    Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
    This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
    You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match with this rappity-rap
    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 I'm practicing that
    I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' 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 having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
    It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
    While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece (yeah)

    [Verse 2]
    Cause I'm beginnin' 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 ain't 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 (Pew)
    MC's get taken to school with this music
    Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
    Now I lead a new school full of students
    Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac
    N.W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
    Inspired enough to one day grow up
    Blow up and be in a position
    To meet Run DMC
    And induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock 'n
    Roll Hall of Fame
    Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
    Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
    On the wall of (shame)
    You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames
    Off a plank and
    Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
    Little gay-lookin boy
    So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy
    You're witnessing a mass-occur
    Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
    Oy vey, 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 every day, looking boy
    Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy
    I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
    I'ma work for
    Everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
    Get outta my face, looking boy
    Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up
    With the same pace, looking boy

    [Verse 3]
    Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
    All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
    The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
    Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
    Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton No Asgard, Asgard
    So you be Thor 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 throating
    I'm out my Ramen Noodle
    We have nothing in common, poodle
    I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
    It's me
    My honesty's brutal
    But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
    For good at least 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 it's lunchtime
    I know there was a time where once I, was king of the underground
    But I still rap like I'm 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 trying to censor you like that one line
    I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1
    When I tried to say
    "I'll take seven kids from Columbine
    Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
    See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but I'm
    Morphin' into an immortal
    Coming through the portal
    You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
    And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for (white boy!)
    You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking
    Cornrows
    You write normal? Fuck being normal
    And I just bought a new raygun from the future
    Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
    Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
    Singing to a man while they played piano
    Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
    So Ray J went straight to the radio station
    The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
    Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
    Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human
    What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
    Innovative and I'm made of rubber
    So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and
    I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
    How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
    Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
    For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
    Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
    I make elevating music, you make elevator music
    "Oh, he's too mainstream"
    Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
    "It's not hip-hop, it's pop"
    Cause I found a, hella way to fuse it
    With rock, shock rap with Doc
    Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
    "I don't know how to make songs like that
    I don't know what words to use"
    Let me know when it occurs to you
    While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
    It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you
    How many verses I gotta murder to
    Prove that if you were half as nice
    Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
    Ungh, school flunky, pill junkie
    But look at the accolades, these skills brung me
    Full of myself, but still hungry
    I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
    And I'm a million leagues above you
    Ill when I speak in tongues
    But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
    I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
    I'm asleep in the front seat
    Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz
    Still "Chunky but Funky"
    But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
    Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
    They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
    But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
    Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
    To the situation and understand the discrimination
    But fuck it
    Life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
    But if I can't batter the women
    How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
    Don't mistake him for Satan
    It's a fatal mistake
    If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
    To trip abroad
    And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
    Be a king? Think not
    Why be a king when you can be a God?Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
    But I'm only going to get this one chance
    Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
    Just a feeling I 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 are just what the doc ordered)

    [Verse 1]
    I'm beginnin' 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 rap-bot
    But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
    I got a laptop in my back pocket
    My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
    Got a fat knot from that rap profit
    Made a livin' and a killin' off it
    Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
    With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his, nutsack
    I'm an MC still as honest
    But as rude and as indecent as all hell
    Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
    This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
    You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match with this rappity-rap
    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 I'm practicing that
    I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' 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 having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
    It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
    While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece (yeah)

    [Verse 2]
    Cause I'm beginnin' 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 ain't 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 (Pew)
    MC's get taken to school with this music
    Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
    Now I lead a new school full of students
    Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac
    N.W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
    Inspired enough to one day grow up
    Blow up and be in a position
    To meet Run DMC
    And induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock 'n
    Roll Hall of Fame
    Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
    Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
    On the wall of (shame)
    You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames
    Off a plank and
    Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
    Little gay-lookin boy
    So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy
    You're witnessing a mass-occur
    Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
    Oy vey, 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 every day, looking boy
    Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy
    I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
    I'ma work for
    Everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
    Get outta my face, looking boy
    Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up
    With the same pace, looking boy

    [Verse 3]
    Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
    All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
    The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
    Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
    Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton No Asgard, Asgard
    So you be Thor 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 throating
    I'm out my Ramen Noodle
    We have nothing in common, poodle
    I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
    It's me
    My honesty's brutal
    But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
    For good at least 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 it's lunchtime
    I know there was a time where once I, was king of the underground
    But I still rap like I'm 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 trying to censor you like that one line
    I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1
    When I tried to say
    "I'll take seven kids from Columbine
    Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
    See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but I'm
    Morphin' into an immortal
    Coming through the portal
    You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
    And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for (white boy!)
    You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking
    Cornrows
    You write normal? Fuck being normal
    And I just bought a new raygun from the future
    Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
    Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
    Singing to a man while they played piano
    Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
    So Ray J went straight to the radio station
    The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
    Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
    Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human
    What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
    Innovative and I'm made of rubber
    So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and
    I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
    How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
    Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
    For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
    Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
    I make elevating music, you make elevator music
    "Oh, he's too mainstream"
    Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
    "It's not hip-hop, it's pop"
    Cause I found a, hella way to fuse it
    With rock, shock rap with Doc
    Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
    "I don't know how to make songs like that
    I don't know what words to use"
    Let me know when it occurs to you
    While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
    It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you
    How many verses I gotta murder to
    Prove that if you were half as nice
    Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
    Ungh, school flunky, pill junkie
    But look at the accolades, these skills brung me
    Full of myself, but still hungry
    I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
    And I'm a million leagues above you
    Ill when I speak in tongues
    But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
    I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
    I'm asleep in the front seat
    Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz
    Still "Chunky but Funky"
    But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
    Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
    They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
    But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
    Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
    To the situation and understand the discrimination
    But fuck it
    Life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
    But if I can't batter the women
    How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
    Don't mistake him for Satan
    It's a fatal mistake
    If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
    To trip abroad
    And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
    Be a king? Think not
    Why be a king when you can be a God?
    Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
    But I'm only going to get this one chance
    Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
    Just a feeling I 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 are just what the doc ordered)

    [Verse 1]
    I'm beginnin' 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 rap-bot
    But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
    I got a laptop in my back pocket
    My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
    Got a fat knot from that rap profit
    Made a livin' and a killin' off it
    Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
    With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his, nutsack
    I'm an MC still as honest
    But as rude and as indecent as all hell
    Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
    This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
    You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match with this rappity-rap
    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 I'm practicing that
    I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' 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 having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
    It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
    While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece (yeah)

    [Verse 2]
    Cause I'm beginnin' 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 ain't 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 (Pew)
    MC's get taken to school with this music
    Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
    Now I lead a new school full of students
    Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac
    N.W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
    Inspired enough to one day grow up
    Blow up and be in a position
    To meet Run DMC
    And induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock 'n
    Roll Hall of Fame
    Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
    Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
    On the wall of (shame)
    You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames
    Off a plank and
    Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
    Little gay-lookin boy
    So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy
    You're witnessing a mass-occur
    Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
    Oy vey, 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 every day, looking boy
    Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy
    I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
    I'ma work for
    Everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
    Get outta my face, looking boy
    Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up
    With the same pace, looking boy

    [Verse 3]
    Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
    All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
    The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
    Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
    Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton No Asgard, Asgard
    So you be Thor 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 throating
    I'm out my Ramen Noodle
    We have nothing in common, poodle
    I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
    It's me
    My honesty's brutal
    But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
    For good at least 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 it's lunchtime
    I know there was a time where once I, was king of the underground
    But I still rap like I'm 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 trying to censor you like that one line
    I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1
    When I tried to say
    "I'll take seven kids from Columbine
    Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
    See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but I'm
    Morphin' into an immortal
    Coming through the portal
    You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
    And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for (white boy!)
    You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking
    Cornrows
    You write normal? Fuck being normal
    And I just bought a new raygun from the future
    Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
    Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
    Singing to a man while they played piano
    Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
    So Ray J went straight to the radio station
    The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
    Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
    Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human
    What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
    Innovative and I'm made of rubber
    So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and
    I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
    How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
    Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
    For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
    Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
    I make elevating music, you make elevator music
    "Oh, he's too mainstream"
    Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
    "It's not hip-hop, it's pop"
    Cause I found a, hella way to fuse it
    With rock, shock rap with Doc
    Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
    "I don't know how to make songs like that
    I don't know what words to use"
    Let me know when it occurs to you
    While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
    It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you
    How many verses I gotta murder to
    Prove that if you were half as nice
    Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
    Ungh, school flunky, pill junkie
    But look at the accolades, these skills brung me
    Full of myself, but still hungry
    I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
    And I'm a million leagues above you
    Ill when I speak in tongues
    But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
    I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
    I'm asleep in the front seat
    Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz
    Still "Chunky but Funky"
    But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
    Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
    They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
    But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
    Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
    To the situation and understand the discrimination
    But fuck it
    Life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
    But if I can't batter the women
    How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
    Don't mistake him for Satan
    It's a fatal mistake
    If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
    To trip abroad
    And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
    Be a king? Think not
    Why be a king when you can be a God?
    Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
    But I'm only going to get this one chance
    Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
    Just a feeling I 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 are just what the doc ordered)

    [Verse 1]
    I'm beginnin' 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 rap-bot
    But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
    I got a laptop in my back pocket
    My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
    Got a fat knot from that rap profit
    Made a livin' and a killin' off it
    Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
    With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his, nutsack
    I'm an MC still as honest
    But as rude and as indecent as all hell
    Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
    This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
    You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match with this rappity-rap
    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 I'm practicing that
    I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' 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 having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
    It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
    While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece (yeah)

    [Verse 2]
    Cause I'm beginnin' 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 ain't 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 (Pew)
    MC's get taken to school with this music
    Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
    Now I lead a new school full of students
    Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac
    N.W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
    Inspired enough to one day grow up
    Blow up and be in a position
    To meet Run DMC
    And induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock 'n
    Roll Hall of Fame
    Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
    Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
    On the wall of (shame)
    You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames
    Off a plank and
    Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
    Little gay-lookin boy
    So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy
    You're witnessing a mass-occur
    Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
    Oy vey, 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 every day, looking boy
    Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy
    I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
    I'ma work for
    Everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
    Get outta my face, looking boy
    Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up
    With the same pace, looking boy

    [Verse 3]
    Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
    All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
    The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
    Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
    Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton No Asgard, Asgard
    So you be Thor 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 throating
    I'm out my Ramen Noodle
    We have nothing in common, poodle
    I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
    It's me
    My honesty's brutal
    But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
    For good at least 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 it's lunchtime
    I know there was a time where once I, was king of the underground
    But I still rap like I'm 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 trying to censor you like that one line
    I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1
    When I tried to say
    "I'll take seven kids from Columbine
    Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
    See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but I'm
    Morphin' into an immortal
    Coming through the portal
    You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
    And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for (white boy!)
    You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking
    Cornrows
    You write normal? Fuck being normal
    And I just bought a new raygun from the future
    Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
    Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
    Singing to a man while they played piano
    Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
    So Ray J went straight to the radio station
    The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
    Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
    Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human
    What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
    Innovative and I'm made of rubber
    So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and
    I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
    How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
    Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
    For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
    Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
    I make elevating music, you make elevator music
    "Oh, he's too mainstream"
    Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
    "It's not hip-hop, it's pop"
    Cause I found a, hella way to fuse it
    With rock, shock rap with Doc
    Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
    "I don't know how to make songs like that
    I don't know what words to use"
    Let me know when it occurs to you
    While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
    It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you
    How many verses I gotta murder to
    Prove that if you were half as nice
    Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
    Ungh, school flunky, pill junkie
    But look at the accolades, these skills brung me
    Full of myself, but still hungry
    I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
    And I'm a million leagues above you
    Ill when I speak in tongues
    But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
    I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
    I'm asleep in the front seat
    Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz
    Still "Chunky but Funky"
    But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
    Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
    They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
    But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
    Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
    To the situation and understand the discrimination
    But fuck it
    Life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
    But if I can't batter the women
    How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
    Don't mistake him for Satan
    It's a fatal mistake
    If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
    To trip abroad
    And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
    Be a king? Think not
    Why be a king when you can be a God?
    Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
    But I'm only going to get this one chance
    Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
    Just a feeling I 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 are just what the doc ordered)

    [Verse 1]
    I'm beginnin' 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 rap-bot
    But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
    I got a laptop in my back pocket
    My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
    Got a fat knot from that rap profit
    Made a livin' and a killin' off it
    Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
    With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his, nutsack
    I'm an MC still as honest
    But as rude and as indecent as all hell
    Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
    This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
    You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match with this rappity-rap
    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 I'm practicing that
    I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' 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 having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
    It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
    While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece (yeah)

    [Verse 2]
    Cause I'm beginnin' 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 ain't 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 (Pew)
    MC's get taken to school with this music
    Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
    Now I lead a new school full of students
    Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac
    N.W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
    Inspired enough to one day grow up
    Blow up and be in a position
    To meet Run DMC
    And induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock 'n
    Roll Hall of Fame
    Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
    Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
    On the wall of (shame)
    You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames
    Off a plank and
    Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
    Little gay-lookin boy
    So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy
    You're witnessing a mass-occur
    Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
    Oy vey, 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 every day, looking boy
    Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy
    I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
    I'ma work for
    Everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
    Get outta my face, looking boy
    Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up
    With the same pace, looking boy

    [Verse 3]
    Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
    All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
    The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
    Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
    Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton No Asgard, Asgard
    So you be Thor 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 throating
    I'm out my Ramen Noodle
    We have nothing in common, poodle
    I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
    It's me
    My honesty's brutal
    But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
    For good at least 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 it's lunchtime
    I know there was a time where once I, was king of the underground
    But I still rap like I'm 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 trying to censor you like that one line
    I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1
    When I tried to say
    "I'll take seven kids from Columbine
    Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
    See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but I'm
    Morphin' into an immortal
    Coming through the portal
    You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
    And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for (white boy!)
    You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking
    Cornrows
    You write normal? Fuck being normal
    And I just bought a new raygun from the future
    Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
    Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
    Singing to a man while they played piano
    Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
    So Ray J went straight to the radio station
    The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
    Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
    Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human
    What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
    Innovative and I'm made of rubber
    So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and
    I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
    How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
    Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
    For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
    Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
    I make elevating music, you make elevator music
    "Oh, he's too mainstream"
    Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
    "It's not hip-hop, it's pop"
    Cause I found a, hella way to fuse it
    With rock, shock rap with Doc
    Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
    "I don't know how to make songs like that
    I don't know what words to use"
    Let me know when it occurs to you
    While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
    It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you
    How many verses I gotta murder to
    Prove that if you were half as nice
    Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
    Ungh, school flunky, pill junkie
    But look at the accolades, these skills brung me
    Full of myself, but still hungry
    I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
    And I'm a million leagues above you
    Ill when I speak in tongues
    But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
    I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
    I'm asleep in the front seat
    Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz
    Still "Chunky but Funky"
    But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
    Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
    They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
    But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
    Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
    To the situation and understand the discrimination
    But fuck it
    Life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
    But if I can't batter the women
    How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
    Don't mistake him for Satan
    It's a fatal mistake
    If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
    To trip abroad
    And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
    Be a king? Think not
    Why be a king when you can be a God?Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
    But I'm only going to get this one chance
    Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
    Just a feeling I 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 are just what the doc ordered)

    [Verse 1]
    I'm beginnin' 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 rap-bot
    But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
    I got a laptop in my back pocket
    My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
    Got a fat knot from that rap profit
    Made a livin' and a killin' off it
    Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
    With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his, nutsack
    I'm an MC still as honest
    But as rude and as indecent as all hell
    Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
    This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
    You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match with this rappity-rap
    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 I'm practicing that
    I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' 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 having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
    It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
    While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece (yeah)

    [Verse 2]
    Cause I'm beginnin' 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 ain't 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 (Pew)
    MC's get taken to school with this music
    Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
    Now I lead a new school full of students
    Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac
    N.W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
    Inspired enough to one day grow up
    Blow up and be in a position
    To meet Run DMC
    And induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock 'n
    Roll Hall of Fame
    Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
    Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
    On the wall of (shame)
    You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames
    Off a plank and
    Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
    Little gay-lookin boy
    So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy
    You're witnessing a mass-occur
    Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
    Oy vey, 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 every day, looking boy
    Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy
    I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
    I'ma work for
    Everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
    Get outta my face, looking boy
    Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up
    With the same pace, looking boy

    [Verse 3]
    Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
    All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
    The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
    Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
    Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton No Asgard, Asgard
    So you be Thor 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 throating
    I'm out my Ramen Noodle
    We have nothing in common, poodle
    I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
    It's me
    My honesty's brutal
    But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
    For good at least 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 it's lunchtime
    I know there was a time where once I, was king of the underground
    But I still rap like I'm 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 trying to censor you like that one line
    I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1
    When I tried to say
    "I'll take seven kids from Columbine
    Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
    See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but I'm
    Morphin' into an immortal
    Coming through the portal
    You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
    And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for (white boy!)
    You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking
    Cornrows
    You write normal? Fuck being normal
    And I just bought a new raygun from the future
    Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
    Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
    Singing to a man while they played piano
    Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
    So Ray J went straight to the radio station
    The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
    Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
    Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human
    What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
    Innovative and I'm made of rubber
    So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and
    I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
    How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
    Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
    For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
    Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
    I make elevating music, you make elevator music
    "Oh, he's too mainstream"
    Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
    "It's not hip-hop, it's pop"
    Cause I found a, hella way to fuse it
    With rock, shock rap with Doc
    Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
    "I don't know how to make songs like that
    I don't know what words to use"
    Let me know when it occurs to you
    While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
    It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you
    How many verses I gotta murder to
    Prove that if you were half as nice
    Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
    Ungh, school flunky, pill junkie
    But look at the accolades, these skills brung me
    Full of myself, but still hungry
    I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
    And I'm a million leagues above you
    Ill when I speak in tongues
    But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
    I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
    I'm asleep in the front seat
    Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz
    Still "Chunky but Funky"
    But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
    Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
    They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
    But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
    Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
    To the situation and understand the discrimination
    But fuck it
    Life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
    But if I can't batter the women
    How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
    Don't mistake him for Satan
    It's a fatal mistake
    If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
    To trip abroad
    And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
    Be a king? Think not
    Why be a king when you can be a God?Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
    But I'm only going to get this one chance
    Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
    Just a feeling I 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 are just what the doc ordered)

    [Verse 1]
    I'm beginnin' 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 rap-bot
    But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
    I got a laptop in my back pocket
    My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
    Got a fat knot from that rap profit
    Made a livin' and a killin' off it
    Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
    With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his, nutsack
    I'm an MC still as honest
    But as rude and as indecent as all hell
    Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
    This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
    You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match with this rappity-rap
    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 I'm practicing that
    I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' 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 having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
    It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
    While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece (yeah)

    [Verse 2]
    Cause I'm beginnin' 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 ain't 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 (Pew)
    MC's get taken to school with this music
    Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
    Now I lead a new school full of students
    Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac
    N.W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
    Inspired enough to one day grow up
    Blow up and be in a position
    To meet Run DMC
    And induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock 'n
    Roll Hall of Fame
    Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
    Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
    On the wall of (shame)
    You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames
    Off a plank and
    Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
    Little gay-lookin boy
    So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy
    You're witnessing a mass-occur
    Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
    Oy vey, 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 every day, looking boy
    Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy
    I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
    I'ma work for
    Everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
    Get outta my face, looking boy
    Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up
    With the same pace, looking boy

    [Verse 3]
    Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
    All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
    The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
    Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
    Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton No Asgard, Asgard
    So you be Thor 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 throating
    I'm out my Ramen Noodle
    We have nothing in common, poodle
    I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
    It's me
    My honesty's brutal
    But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
    For good at least 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 it's lunchtime
    I know there was a time where once I, was king of the underground
    But I still rap like I'm 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 trying to censor you like that one line
    I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1
    When I tried to say
    "I'll take seven kids from Columbine
    Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
    See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but I'm
    Morphin' into an immortal
    Coming through the portal
    You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
    And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for (white boy!)
    You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking
    Cornrows
    You write normal? Fuck being normal
    And I just bought a new raygun from the future
    Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
    Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
    Singing to a man while they played piano
    Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
    So Ray J went straight to the radio station
    The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
    Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
    Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human
    What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
    Innovative and I'm made of rubber
    So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and
    I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
    How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
    Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
    For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
    Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
    I make elevating music, you make elevator music
    "Oh, he's too mainstream"
    Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
    "It's not hip-hop, it's pop"
    Cause I found a, hella way to fuse it
    With rock, shock rap with Doc
    Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
    "I don't know how to make songs like that
    I don't know what words to use"
    Let me know when it occurs to you
    While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
    It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you
    How many verses I gotta murder to
    Prove that if you were half as nice
    Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
    Ungh, school flunky, pill junkie
    But look at the accolades, these skills brung me
    Full of myself, but still hungry
    I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
    And I'm a million leagues above you
    Ill when I speak in tongues
    But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
    I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
    I'm asleep in the front seat
    Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz
    Still "Chunky but Funky"
    But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
    Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
    They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
    But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
    Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
    To the situation and understand the discrimination
    But fuck it
    Life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
    But if I can't batter the women
    How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
    Don't mistake him for Satan
    It's a fatal mistake
    If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
    To trip abroad
    And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
    Be a king? Think not
    Why be a king when you can be a God?
    Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
    But I'm only going to get this one chance
    Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
    Just a feeling I 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 are just what the doc ordered)

    [Verse 1]
    I'm beginnin' 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 rap-bot
    But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
    I got a laptop in my back pocket
    My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
    Got a fat knot from that rap profit
    Made a livin' and a killin' off it
    Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
    With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his, nutsack
    I'm an MC still as honest
    But as rude and as indecent as all hell
    Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
    This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
    You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match with this rappity-rap
    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 I'm practicing that
    I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' 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 having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
    It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
    While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece (yeah)

    [Verse 2]
    Cause I'm beginnin' 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 ain't 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 (Pew)
    MC's get taken to school with this music
    Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
    Now I lead a new school full of students
    Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac
    N.W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
    Inspired enough to one day grow up
    Blow up and be in a position
    To meet Run DMC
    And induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock 'n
    Roll Hall of Fame
    Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
    Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
    On the wall of (shame)
    You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames
    Off a plank and
    Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
    Little gay-lookin boy
    So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy
    You're witnessing a mass-occur
    Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
    Oy vey, 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 every day, looking boy
    Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy
    I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
    I'ma work for
    Everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
    Get outta my face, looking boy
    Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up
    With the same pace, looking boy

    [Verse 3]
    Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
    All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
    The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
    Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
    Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton No Asgard, Asgard
    So you be Thor 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 throating
    I'm out my Ramen Noodle
    We have nothing in common, poodle
    I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
    It's me
    My honesty's brutal
    But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
    For good at least 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 it's lunchtime
    I know there was a time where once I, was king of the underground
    But I still rap like I'm 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 trying to censor you like that one line
    I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1
    When I tried to say
    "I'll take seven kids from Columbine
    Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
    See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but I'm
    Morphin' into an immortal
    Coming through the portal
    You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
    And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for (white boy!)
    You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking
    Cornrows
    You write normal? Fuck being normal
    And I just bought a new raygun from the future
    Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
    Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
    Singing to a man while they played piano
    Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
    So Ray J went straight to the radio station
    The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
    Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
    Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human
    What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
    Innovative and I'm made of rubber
    So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and
    I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
    How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
    Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
    For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
    Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
    I make elevating music, you make elevator music
    "Oh, he's too mainstream"
    Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
    "It's not hip-hop, it's pop"
    Cause I found a, hella way to fuse it
    With rock, shock rap with Doc
    Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
    "I don't know how to make songs like that
    I don't know what words to use"
    Let me know when it occurs to you
    While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
    It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you
    How many verses I gotta murder to
    Prove that if you were half as nice
    Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
    Ungh, school flunky, pill junkie
    But look at the accolades, these skills brung me
    Full of myself, but still hungry
    I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
    And I'm a million leagues above you
    Ill when I speak in tongues
    But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
    I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
    I'm asleep in the front seat
    Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz
    Still "Chunky but Funky"
    But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
    Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
    They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
    But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
    Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
    To the situation and understand the discrimination
    But fuck it
    Life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
    But if I can't batter the women
    How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
    Don't mistake him for Satan
    It's a fatal mistake
    If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
    To trip abroad
    And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
    Be a king? Think not
    Why be a king when you can be a God?

    And THIS, is to go EVEN FURTHER BEYOND!

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