Chorus:
Scratching:
"No...you hear me! You go to hell" -] Mr. Garrison
Verse One [Eminem]:
Yo
At birth I was born with the biggest middle finger on earth
The first time I went to stick it up the sh*t hurt
Mom wouldn't take me
The b*tch still hates me
sh*t, one day she said, "Go rake leaves,"
I said, "Make me!"
I'm proud to announce I was probably the first kid
Who was kicked out of his house
For making fart sounds with his mouth
Arguing with me and mom was on-going
She called law enforcement when I broke the law mower
The sl*t gave me a truck when I turned sixteen
I went to start it and it screamed, "Please fix me!"
Back then, when Will Smith was still the Fresh Prince
And him and Jeff were still best friends, I guess then
I decided to cut class to rap full time
And get the f*ck outta this fake ass school and rhyme
Anybody who thinks this f*ckin attitude is a gimmick
Come and see me, see if I don't live up to this image
You f*ckin' pricks!
Scratching:
"No...you hear me! You go to hell" -] Mr. Garrison
Verse Two [Obie Trice]:
How the f*ck you gonna f*ck with O Trice with a staff full of hoes
With one gat and a wack stack of flows?
A whole lot of lip
Thicker than Obie's sh*t
Oh sh*t they found your ass floatin' in the ocean
Body part corroded
Cast away
You stretched in a cast today
That's how a real bast*rd play
Do sh*t the bachelor way
Creek n*ggas will blast away
Y'all n*ggas ain't tough
Y'all n*ggas funny
Y'all need to roll on WB 20
n*ggas think they 2Pacalypse Now
Until they catch a buckshot
Chicken pop a n*gga's style
n*ggas scared of the firm
Slim, Dirty Dozen and Trice
Come back like thieves in the night
n*ggas jump, that's reason to fight
That's reason to rearrange your teeth with the right
Motherf*cker