Any Man / Closer

[Eminem] I'm mentally retarded - Slim Shady I think that's my name - hi, bye Original Bad Boy on the case, cover your face Came in the place, blowed, and sprayed Puffy with mace I laced the weed with insect repellant Better check the smellin' Eminem starts with E, better check the spellin' With a capital, somebody grab me a Snapple I got an aspirin capsule trapped in my Adam's apple Somebody dropped me on my head, and I'm for sure That my mother did it, but the bitch won't admit it was her I slit her stomach open with a scalpel When she was six months, and said: "I'm ready now, bitch! Ain't you feelin' these kicks, cunt?!" The world ain't ready for me yet, I can tell I'll probably have a cell next to the furnace in Hell I'm sicker than sperm cells with syphilis germs And I'm hotter than my dick is when I piss and it burns I kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach And vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it Hit you in the head with a brick 'til you plummet If y'all don't like me, you can suck my dick 'til you numb it And all that gibberish you was spittin', you need to kill it ‘Cause your style is like dying in my sleep; I don't feel it ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills, and a minithin Is fuckin' crazy – you hear me? Huh? Is fuckin' crazy – hello, hi! All of use - hi, bye Fuckin' crazy [Capone-N-Noreaga] Word up ,yo, yo, yo A little bit of thugs is all it takes to make this industry just great A little bit of thugs is all it takes to make this industry great Reflection, reflection Yo I started out in Iraq the wrong route More bitches to doubt more money to count Yo my Swiss account with more cheese amount Keep piling, still gettin' calls from the island Still do the things I did when I was wildin' Tryin' to go from penny loafers to mink sofas Spend a week with dime bitches that's freaks Bodies so big I call it [?] antiques Ass cheeks scream loud like [?] Wanna be under the seats in our streets Last year around the time this year If I would of got locked, yo I wouldn't even care But now I got this rap thing No more hustlin' at age ten my team played to win We Sonny Carson nobody understanding Yo the black struggle gotta hustle to hustle And once you get muscle nobody trust you Tryin' to be like Goldy in the Shaft days These lasts days comin' up Yo these little niggas comin' up Keep their guns up ready to buck Not thinkin' Black on black crime yo it's swine you're both stinkin' Pretty Ake, [?] to Mobb Deep Yo its Papi, officially arab nazi 2-5-2 regulate this too