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Look, I was gonna go easy on you, not to hurt your feelings
But Im only to get this one chance. (Six minutes, Slim Shady, youre on) Somethings wrong, I can feel it
Like a feeling, like something is about to happen, but I dont know what
If this means, what I think it means, were in trouble big trouble
And if he is as bananas like you say, Im not taking any chances
(You were just what the doc ordered.)

Im beginning to feel like a rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod
Now who thinks hes arms are long enough to slapbox?
They said I rap like a robot so call me rap bot

[Verse 1]
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My penll 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 (nutsack)
Im an emcee still as honest
But as rude and indecent as all hell
Syllable, killaholic kill em all
This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You dont really wanna get into a piece of match
With this rappidy rappack and a mack in the back of the yac, pack backpack rap yep yackidy yac
The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts when Im practicing that
Ill still be able to break a motherfuckers table over the back of a couple [?] and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was on the 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; hes a maxipad
Its actually disastrously bad
For the wack to masterfully constructing this masterpiece ass

[Verse 2]
Im beginning to feel like a rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod
Now who thinks hes arms are long enough to slapbox?
Let me show you maintaining this shit aint that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint is simply raging youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hither up like an asteroid, did nothing but chew other moons in
Emcees get taken to school with this music cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new school of students
Me, Im a product of Rakim, Lakim, Shahbaz, 2Pac and
W.N, Cube, 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 to the motherfucking Rock and 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 [?] its all a game till I woke a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck were you thinking?
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 looking boy
Oh [?] thats all they say looking boy
You take a thumbs up, pat on the back the way you go from your label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a hell yeah from Tre looking boy
Imma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
Get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy youre never gonna be capable to keep up with the same pace looking boy

[Verse 3]
Im beginning to feel like a rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod
The way Im racing around the track, call me Nascar
[?] heart of the trailer park, the white trash God
Kneel before generals off this planetts Krypton, no Asgard
So you be Thor and Ill be Odin, you [?], Im omnipotent
Let off then Im reloading immediately with these bombs Im totin
And I should not be woken
Im a walking dead, but Im just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep in [?]
Im out my Ramen noodle
We have nothing in common, poodle
? 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 though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere? I scratch, 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 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
A pill with the skin color of mine
You get too big and [?]
Sang like that one line I said back all along on the Mathers LP
When I tried to say I 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 then I aint as big as I was but Im
Morph into an immortal, coming through the portal
But youre stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though
And I dont know what the fuck that you rhyme for
Youre pointless as Rapunzel with fucking corn rolls
Fuck being normal
And I just bought a new raygun from the future to just come and shoot ya
Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad

Oh, man, oh, that was a 24 special on the [cable](undefined) channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day
Hey, Fab, Imma kill you
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming Im a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you Im superhuman
Innovator, made [?] so anything you saying ricocheting off of me

Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, theyd be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get em motivated, I make elevating music
You make elevator music
Oh, hes too mainstream well, thats what they doing jealous, they confuse it
Its not hip hop, its pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
[?] to make them loose 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 of these verses

How many verses I gotta murder to prove
That if youre half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too
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 Im a million leagues above you
I'll when I speak in tongues, but its still tongue in cheek, fuck you
Im drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, Im asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head theres something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fighting with devils, heres what they want from me
They 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 patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But fuck it, lifes handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I cant battle the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Dont mistake it for Satan
Its a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation to tip a broad
And make a [?] on the face and dont be a retard
Be a king? Think not why be a king when you can be a God?

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