Look, I was gonna go easy on you

and not to hurt your feelings

but im only going to get this one chance
Somethings wrong, i can feel it
(six minutes, slim shady your on)
just a feeling ive got
like somethings about to happen
but I dont know what.
and if that means what I think it means
were in trouble. Big trouble.
and if hes as bananas as you say,
im not taking any chances
You were just what the Dr ordered.

Im beginning to feel like

a rap god, rap god
all my people from the front
to the back nod back nod
now who thinks their arms
are long enough to slapbox,slapbox
they said I rap like a robot
so call me rapbot.

But for me to rap like a computer

must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
my pen'll go off when I half cock it
got a fat knot from that rap profit
made a living and a killing off of it
Ever since Bill Clinton
was still in office
with Monica Lewinsky feeling on his
nutsack

Im an MC. still as honest but

rude and indecent as all hell
syllables, killaholic
(kill em all with)
this slickety-gibedy-hibedy-hip-hop
you dont really wanna get
in a pissing match with this rabidy-rap
packing-a-amc-in-the-back-of-the Ac
pack-backback-rap, yep-yakity-yak
the exact same time i attempt these
lyrical acrobat stunts
while im practicin

that I'll still be able

to break a muthafuckin table
over the backs of a couple of bastards
and crack it in half.
only realized it was ironic
i was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow?
all i do is drop F-bombs
feel my wrath of attack
rappers are having a tough time period
heres a maxi pad.
its actually disastrously bad
for the wack while im masterfully
constructing this masterpiece as

Im beginning to feel
like a rap god, rap god
all my people from the front to
the back nod, back nod.
Now who thinks thier arms
are long enough to slap box, slap box?
let me show you maintaining this shit
aint that hard, that hard

everybody want the key to immortality

like i have got, have got
well to be truthful,
the blue print is simply rage
and youthful exuberance.
everybody loves to root for a nuisance.
hit the earth like an asteroid
did nothing but
shoot for the moon since.
MCs get taken to school with this music,
cause I use it as a vehicle to
Bust-a-Rhyme

now i lead a new school

full of students.
Me? im a product of Rakim,Lakim
Shaazz, 2Pac-N
-W-A, Cube,hey,Doc, Ren,
Yella, Eazy, thank you they got Slim,
inspired enough to one day gow up
blow up and be in a position
to meet Run-DMC and induct them
into the mutha-fuckin-rockin
roll hall of fame
even tho I i walk in church
and burst in a ball of flames,
only hall I'll be inducted into
is the hall of fame
on the al-co-hol
wall of shame.

you fags thinks its all a game

till i walk a flock of flames
off of plankin',
tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin
little gay looking boy,
so gay i can barely say it
with a straight face looking boy.
you witnessing a massacre like you
watching a church gathering
take place lookin boy

OYVEY, that boys gay

thats all the say, looking boy.
you get a thumbs up, pat on the back,
and a way to go from your label
everyday, looking boy.
Hey, looking boy?
what you say, looking boy?
I gotta Hell Yeah from Dre, looking boy.
Imma work for everything i have
never ask nobody for shit,
get outta my face, looking boy
basically boy, your never gonna be
capable to keep up with the
same pace, looking boy.

'Cause Im beginning to feel

like a rap god, rap god
alll my people from the front
to the back nod, back nod.
the way im racing around the track,
call me NASCAR, NASCAR
The Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park
the white trash god.
kneel before general zod and this
planets Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard.

so you be Thor and Ill be Odin,

you rodent, im omnipotent
let off then im reloadin' immediately
with these bombs im totin'
and I should not be woken.
Im the walkin' dead but
Im just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin
but i got your mom deep throatin
Im out of my ramen noodle
we have nothin in common poodle.
Im a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm
and pay homage pupil.

Its Me.. My honestys brutal.

But its honestly futile.
if I dont utilize what i do tho for good
at least once in a while,
so i wanna make sure somewhere in this
chicken scratch, I scribble and doodle
enough rhymes to
maybe try and help get some people
thru tough times
but i gitta keep a few punchlines
justin case cause even you unsigned
rappers are hungry looking
at me like its lunchtime.

i know there was a

time where, once I
was king of the underground but i still
rap like im on my Pharoahe Monch grind.
so i crunch rhymes.
but sometimes when you combine
appeal with the skin color of mine,
you get too big and here they come tryin
to censor you like that one line
i said on "Im Back" from the Marshall
Mathers LP one where i tried
to say Id take seven kids from colombine
put em all in a line, add an AK-47
a revolver, and a nine.

see if i get away with it

now that i aint as big but
ive morphed
into an immortal
coming thru the portal
your stuck in a time warp from 2004 tho
and i dont know what the fuck
that you rhyme for.
your pointless as
Rapunzel with cornrows,
your like normal

FUCK BEING NORMAL

and i just bought a new ray gun

from the future, to come and shoot ya
like when fabolous made Ray-J mad
cause Fab said he looked like a fag
at Mayweathers pad singing to a man
while they played the piano.
Man, O Man that was a 24-7 special
on the cable channel.
so ray-j went straight to the radio
station the very next day,
"Hey Fab,
Imma kill you!"

Lyrics coming at you

supersonic speed (JJFad)

Uh, sama lama duma lama you assumin

ima human what i gotta do to get it thru
to you that imma superhuman innovative
and im made of rubber so that
anything your saying
will be ricocheting off of
me and itll glue to you
im never statin' never
more than demonstratin how to give a
muthafuckin audience a feeling
like its levitatin, never fading, and
i know the haters are forever waitin
for the day thay could say
I fell off, theyd be celebratin'
cause i know the way to
get them motivated
i make elevating music,
you make elevator music

oh, hes too main stream.

Well thats what they do when they get
jealous they confuse it.
its not, hip hop its rock
cause i found a hella way way to fuse it
with rock, shock rap with Doc.
throw on lose yourself and make
them lose it.
I dont know how to make songs like that.
i dont know what words to use.
let me know when it occurs to you
while im ripping any one of the verses
diverse as you. Its curtains.
Im inadvertently hurting you.
How many verses I gotta murder to
prove that if you were half
as nice as songs you can
sacrifice virgins too.

UH!

School flunky. pill junkie. but look at

the accolades the skills brung me.
full of myself, but still hungry.
i bully myself cause i make me do what
i put my mind to.
and Im a mill-ion leaugues above you,
ill when i speak in tongue but
its tongue in cheek so fuck you.
im drunk, so satan take the fuckin wheel
im asleep in the front seat,
bumpin heavy d and the boys
still chunky, but funky.
but in my head theres something
i can feel tugging and struggling,
angels fight with devils and,
heres what they want from me

theyre asking me to eliminate some

of the women hate, but if you take into
consideration the bitter hatred
that i had, then you may be a little
more patient and sympathetic
to the situation
and understand the discrimination.

but fuck it.

lifes handing you lemons,
make lemonade then.
but if i cant batter the women
how the fuck am i supposed
to bake them a cake then?
dont mistake it for Satan.
its a fatal mistake to think i need
to be overseas and take a vacation
to trip a broad.
and make her fall on her face
and dont be a retard.
Be a king?
think not.
why be a king? when you can be

a god?