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+Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
+But I'm only going to get this one chance
+Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
+Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
+If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble,
+And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances
+You were just what the doctor ordered
+I'm 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 slap box, slap box?
+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 it
+Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
+With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
+I'm an MC still as honest
+But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
+This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
+You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy brat
+Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap crap, yep, yackidy-yac
+And at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
+That I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
+Over the back of a couple of faggots 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 rough time period, here's a Maxipad
+It's actually disastrously bad
+For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as
+I'm 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 slap box, slap box?
+Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard
+Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
+Well, to be truthful the blueprint's 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
+MC's get taken to school with this music
+'Cause I use it as a vehicle to bus the rhyme
+Now I lead a new school full of students
+Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
+-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
+Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
+To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
+Roll Hall of Fame
+Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
+Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
+On the wall of shame
+You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
+Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
+Little gay looking boy
+So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy
+You witnessing a mass occur
+Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
+Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they 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 got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy
+I'mma work for everything I have
+Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy
+Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
+To keep up with the same pace looking boy
+'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
+All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
+The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
+Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
+Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard
+So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
+Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
+And I should not be woken
+I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
+But I got your mom deep throating
+I'm out my Ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
+I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
+It's me, my honesty's brutal
+But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
+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 to try and help get some people through tough times
+But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case 'cause even you unsigned
+Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
+I know there was a time where once I
+Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm 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 trying to
+Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP
+One when I tried to say "I'll take seven kids from Columbine
+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 ain't as big as I was, but I'm
+Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal
+You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
+And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
+You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
+You write normal, fuck being normal
+And I just bought a new Raygun from the future
+Just to come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
+'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
+Singin' to a man while they played piano
+Man, oh 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, I'mma kill you"
+Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
+Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human
+What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
+Innovative and I'm made of rubber
+So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
+I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
+How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
+Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
+For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
+'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
+I make elevating music, you make elevator music
+Oh, he's too mainstream
+Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
+It's not hip hop, it's pop, 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it
+With rock, shock rap with Doc
+Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it
+I don't know how to make songs like that
+I don't know what words to use
+Let me know when it occurs to you
+While I'm ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
+It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
+How many verses I gotta murder to
+Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
+School flunkie, pill junky
+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 I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
+But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
+I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
+Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
+But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
+Angels fight with devils and, here's what they want from me
+They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
+But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have
+Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
+And understand the discrimination
+But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
+But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
+Don't mistake it for Satan
+It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
+And take a vacation to trip a broad
+And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
+Be a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a God?