(Eminem:)
Its sh*t like this I kick
To these rich white kids
Who just might see
How f***ed up this sick life is
Whoops I did it again, didn't I?
My sh*t, it's harder to figure out
Than what Britney's tit size is
I probably pissed you off again,
Didn't I b****?
Grab Christina Gaguilera,
Kiss my grits
Do you know
How many sh*ts I give,
I wish I did
So I could quit giving these
Twisted little kids ideas
This just in,
Britney just kissed Justin
She just f***ed Ben
Got tit f***ed
And d*ck sucked him
If Affleck can get
His as* licked
How come I cant, sh*t
Goddamn b****, I'm rich,
I can't understand this
Are those pictures I made
Of us together on the Internet
As close as I'm ever gonna
Get to hitting her from the back
Sh*t, when it comes to that,
I hit harder from the back
Than Everlast when
He's plugging lethal
In his f***ing as*
Just gimme one more chance,
Britney hit me one more time
Let me know what's on your mind,
Whitney give me one more line
To sniff, you f***ers
Know what time it is
F*** your jewellery my records
Almost diamond b****
CHORUS:
(Eminem:)
What's going on in the world today?
People fighting, feuding, looting, it's ok
Let it go, let it flow,
Let the good times roll,
Tell 'em Dre
(Dr. Dre:)
It ain't nuttin' but music
What's going on in the world today?
People fighting, feuding, looting, it's ok
Let it go, let it flow,
Let the good times roll,
Tell 'em Dre
(Dr. Dre:)
It ain't nuttin' but music
(Bizarre:)
Eminem doesn't like *NSYNC,
Well I do
So f*** him and the Backstreet Boys too
Whateva happened to the
Cast of different strokes?
Gary's broke, Todd snort coke,
And then an overdose
I got two little boys with me
Michael Jackson sent
Two helicopters to get me
I'm up early with my hair curly
Me and Mr. Furley f***ing
Lavern and Shirly
(Kuniva:)
A lotta rappers are
Livin' in la la land
That's why I let's my dogs
Out on the baha men
As bad as the life I had,
I'm not mad
I don't need to be a jackass
To beat up my dad
My whole family's country,
My grandmother's old-fashioned
She keeps asking me why
I rap with a honky
But granny I'm a flunky,
I could be a junkie
I could be hangin' with the
Hoochies outta the club scene
(Kon Artis:)
For all the indpendent
Women in the house
Show us your tits and
Shut your mother f***ing mouths
(Proof:)
Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie,
Whitney Houston the sh*t she's usin',
Jesse Jackson, Reverend scandal,
Got George Michaels, Tevin Campbell
Pee-wee hermans,
Peep show places,
Public restrooms,
Beat those cases
Repeat chorus
(Swift:)
Your mom and dad
Probably mad at us,
We did turned their kids
Into little body snatchers
They like where I'm from,
We don't bite our tongue
Are you sure you want
Niggas 21 to carry guns?
It's sad but I'm glad that
I'm made to rhyme
When you work, you ain't
Gettin' paid for that overtime
It's only music,
Media know it,
But they blind
I ain't in your life so stay
The hell up outta mine
And you're the reason
Why Princess Diana ended up dying
You people get offended,
I don't care
(Stop cryin')
Tryin' to get us to leave
'Cause what we say
Just ain't playin'
But holdin' me back from
What I say just ain't me
(Kon Artis:)
Now what's these parents
So mad for?
(Your music is bad)
For teenage kids who drink more
Than Ted Danson in cheers
Carson drinks beers,
We all fart and piss and
Cuss out our b****
(Smoke the Ritz)
I still do the same old sh*t,
I don't jump in front of a
Camera and say no sh*t
When they ask me
About my sarcastic-ness
I just slap them,
Turn around and ask them this
