Things Get Worse

[Hook 1: Eminem] There’s no need to say shit, you already know The question is just how far will this go? How far will he take it? And when will he stop? Shady man, I done told you once homie to easy up But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not You just can’t can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us? Man, when are you gonna let up? I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better [Verse 1: Eminem] Holy Toledo, it’s Angelina Jolie, amigo She told me "Yo, Shady just hand your penis to me, I’ll deep throat," And Brad if you try to stand between us then we’re gonna see, bro Who was a fantasy, I don’t mean to damage your ego You faggots wanna 'rassle? I shove a fucking jar of Vaseline up inside your asshole And rope it shut with a lasso Couple of crushed Lexapro broken up with the capsule or paxil Just in case I ain't dope enough with the raps, though Coke is cut with tobacco, smoke it up, then go wacko This is what happens when you mix a coconut with Tabasco Shady let go, the ho has been choked up enough, let her ass go Not till Jessica Simpson lets go of the tuna casserole I used to love her hooters now Carmen Elektra's cuter Strap an extension cord to her arm and electrocute her I’m off my fucking meds, but I’m on an electric scooter I might just scoot by and shoot my mum in the neck with rugers Spit in Jason's face while I vomit on Freddy Krugar They can’t even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar Now I’m gone get the rectal thermometer, get the lubra- Cation and get the patient some Darvocet to chew cause... [Hook 2: Eminem & B.o.B] There’s no need to say shit you already know The question is just how far will this go How far will he take it? And when will he stop? B.o.B I done told you once homie to easy up, jeez There’s no need to say shit you already know The question is just how far will this go Cause I will never lay down And I will never let up I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better [Verse 2: B.o.B] With the soul of a Shaman I leave the beat then vomit Like a bulimic woman with an uneasy stomach I pass by people on the street they seem like sheep and zombies Stiffer than a therapeutic pair of jeans you run in So can you hear me coming Eminem this beat is absolutely disgusting It’s probably got diseases on it I’m just being honest, I can see the comments I can see the evolution as we creep up on it I put that music in your veins like a needle junkie Shit I just do this for the haters, I don't need the money I'm diarrhea on the track so it needs plunging Somebody please tell these girls to release my undies Nobody really understands my language I find it complicated just to hold a conversation But still I got a whole lot of patience Sittin’ back watching Earth from my Space station [Hook 1] [Verse 3: Eminem] Oh my gosh I put Natasha Bedingfield in a washer Watch it go from rinse to spin cycle It's like I got ya hypnotized and I forgot ya My God, ya psychologically fucked Michael would like an apology, what? Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco truck and a white tricycle up his butt And glue the seat of bicycle to his nuts I’m as cold as a muthafucking icicle on my nut I ain't nuttin’ nice, man I like to pull knives and I like to cut The poster addict for post traumatic stress I guess this is the most dramatic I’ve been in a while This is the closest that it's come to the Marshall Mathers I can hear him start to gather I don’t paint the portrait of the picture perfect Partridge family This ain't your orphan Annie, no this is more uncanny Kick down Dakota Fanning's front door while the whore is tanning (He can’t say whore) Of course he can, man he just saw her fanny then murdered her While he danced around the room and wore her panties [Hook 1]