Verse 1

[Intro] Uh, uh, uh, uh, alright, alright Uh, Slim Shady, yo, yo, yo [Verse 1] It's only fair to warn I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord Warlord of rap that'll bash you with a 2 by 4 board And smash into your Honda Accord with a 4-door Ford But I'm more toward droppin' an acapella To chop a fella to mozzarella worse than a helicopter propeller Got you locked in a cellar, with your skeleton showing Developin' anorexia, while I'm standin' next to ya Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death With an IV in your vein feeding you liquid Darvocet Pumping you full of drugs, pull the plugs on the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs Who were picked up in an ambulance and driven To receiving with the asses ripped out of they pants And given a less than 20-percent chance of livin' Have a possible placement as a hospital patient Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement Doctor Kevorkian has arrived to perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'm still alive!" Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp And pulling your Adam's apple out through your mouth Better call the fire department I've hired a arson to set fire to carpet And burn up your entire apartment I'm a liar to start shit Got your bitch wrapped around my dick so tight you need a crowbar to pry her apart with [Outro] Motherfucker! Slim Shady, bitch! Recognize, for the '99! Album February 23rd! (dialing tone)