Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady

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

I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer

Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer

You wacker than the motherf**ker you bit your style from

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

Admit it, f**k it, while we coming out in the open

I'm doing acid, crack, smack, coke and smocking d**e then

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

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

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

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

B**ch, I'm coming out swinging, so fast it'll make your eyes spin

You gettin knocked the f**k out like Mike Tyson

The Proof is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton

I'll slit your motherf**king throat worse than Ron Goldman

So when you see me on your block with two glocks

Screaming _F**k the World_ like Tupac

I just don't give a f**k

Talking that sh*t behind my back, dirty mackin

Telling your boys that I'm on crack

I just don't give a f**k

So put my tape back on the rack

Go run and tell your friends my sh*t is wack

I just don't give a f**k

But see me on the street and duck

Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed

Cause I just don't give a f**k

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

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

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

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

Flavor with no seasoning, this is the sneak preview

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

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

This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols

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

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

Extortion, snorting, supporting abortion

Pathological liar, blowing sh*t out of proportion

The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic

Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict

Half animal, half man

Dumping your dead body inside of a f**king trash can

With more holes than an Afghan

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

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

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

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

F**k droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure

I'll bite your motherf**king style, just to make it fresher

I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of b**ches

Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washing dishes

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

Doing too much rush had my face flushed like red blush

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

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

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

Too many mental problems got me snorting coke and smocking w**d again

I'm going up over the curb, driving on the median

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

Cause I just don't give a f**k