Fame

[Verse 1] Ayo, I know it’s been a minute, but we're back It’s the return of the Dozen muthafuckas, let's go [Hook: Eminem] Fame (fame, fame), I mean it’s got me going crazy I'm gettin' lost in this game (game, game), I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers Keep speaking my name (name, name) and you’ll have reason to hate me Yeah, it's like you don't want me to win so this time I’m going in [Verse 1: Swifty] This the life of a rocker, Jagermeister and vodka Hopping off at the club balcony into the crowd surfing And when they drop me, I’m randomly socking fans In my interviews, wearing hocky masks, left the journalists on their ass I’m high off speed, driving my car at high speed Pocket full of weed while lesbians swallow E In the studio ignant, my engineer gon’ call police I feel asleep on the sound board, ain't did a song for weeks And it’s creepy all up in my head, giving thanks for Grateful Dead Bussing in the air with 30 bitches up in my bed I’m kickin’ em out naked, and it's December Niggas ask me why I did it but fuck it I can’t remember [Hook] [Verse 2: Kuniva] Them boys are wildin’, drinkin’, cussin’ and hyper smilin’ Been ridin’ for days, tour bus look like Rikers Island Henny, Jack Daniels, spray painting a die hard fan Little cockerspaniel, fresh outta the damn zoo Man you, better be concious I’m backstage living it up With a couple of sluts feeling nausious, drinking It’s been a couple of days since I’ve slept My dick is sore from fucking, when I bust there’s nothing left Just Dozen, back on the stage, give me my microphone Scrapping with the audience while we perform hyper songs Our label presented us with a plaque Brought it on stage, and bash it to pieces with aluminum bats Now which one of you bitches down for the cause Yeah I said my dick is sore but I ain't say shit about my balls Last call, then we off to the next city Whatever I didn’t drink on my rider, bag it up and take the rest with me [Hook] [Verse 3: Eminem] Yeah, this game has got me going crazy, fuck it I am crazy What's new? What kind of fucking glue you think I’d be if I was glue? We lost Proof, he was our group's glue but where was you When we were falling apart, you were shittin on us too But no one but us knew we were beefing cause that's what happens When you beef with crew, it stays in your crew cause it's just crew But we're back now, yeah we took our time but in one crew Only thing we're in a hurry for now is to rush you And we back to say shit you don't got the guts or the nuts too Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, fuck you Atchoo, blunt you, I’m allergic to pussy, sluts too Yeah, you think you’re the shit 'til we flush you Had some bullshit to readjust to, now there's just a few of us left But it’d be unjust to rob us our just due So Rest in Peace to Bugz and Proof, this one's for you homies, we love you But we can’t stop now, we'd have too much of our blood drew from this fame [Hook]