Fame (Going Crazy) lyrics

[Intro: Eminem]
Ayo
I know it's been a minute
But we're back! Haha
It's the return of the Dozen motherf*ckers
Let's go!

[Chorus: Eminem]
Fame
I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh
I'm gettin' lost in this game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, woah
Keep speakin' my name
And then we'll have reason to hate me, yeah
It's like you don't want me to win
So this time, I'm goin' in

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]
This the life of a rocker, Jägermeister and vodka
Hopping off of the club's balcony into the crowd, surfing
And when they drop me, I'm randomly socking fans
Doin' my interviews in hockey masks, slapped a journalist on her ass
I'm high off speed, driving my car at high speed
Pocket full of weed while lesbians swallow E (Ha)
I'm in the studio ign'ant, my engineer gon' call police
I feel asleep on the soundboard, ain't did a song for weeks (What?)
LSD be all up in my head, giving thanks for Grateful Dead (What?)
Bussing in the air with thirty b*tches up in my bed (Woah)
I’m kickin' 'em out naked and it's December
n*ggas ask me why I did it, but f*ck it, I can't remember
[Chorus: Eminem]
Fame
I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh
I'm gettin' lost in this game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, woah
Keep speakin' my name
And then we'll have reason to hate me, yeah
It's like you don't want me to win
So this time, I'm goin' in

[Verse 2: Kuniva]
Them boys are wylin', drinkin', cussin' and hyper, smilin' (Yeah, f*ck 'em)
Been ridin' for days, tour bus look like Rikers Island (Yeah)
Henny, Jack Daniels, spray paintin' a diehard fan (Pssh)
Little c*cker Spaniel, fresh outta the damn zoo (Haha, uh)
Man, you better be cautious, I'm backstage (Yeah, what up?)
Livin' it up with a couple of sl*ts, feeling nauseous (What up? Ugh)
From drinkin', it's been a couple of days since I've slept (f*ck)
My di*k is sore from f*ckin', when I bust, it's nothing left (Uh)
Just dust, back on the stage, gimme my microphone (Huh, yeah)
Scrapping with the audience while we perform hyper songs (b*tch, what up?)
Our label presented us with a plaque (Oh, what up?)
Brought it on stage and bash it to pieces with aluminum bats, thanks! (b*tch)
Now, which one of you b*tches down for the cause? (Yeah)
Yeah, I said my di*k is sore, but I ain't say sh*t about my balls
(Last call) Then we off to the next city (Yeah)
Whatever I didn't drink on my rider, bag it up and take the rest with me
[Chorus: Eminem]
Fame
I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh
I'm gettin' lost in this game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, woah
Keep speakin' my name
And then we'll have reason to hate me, yeah
It's like you don't want me to win
So this time, I'm goin' in

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Yeah, this game has got me goin' crazy
f*ck it, I am crazy, what's new?
What kind of f*ckin' glue you think I'd be if I was glue?
We lost Proof, he was our group's glue, but where was you
When we were falling apart? You were sh*ttin' on us too
But no one but us knew we were beefing 'cause that's what happens
When you beef with crew, it stays in your crew 'cause it's just crew
But we're back now, yeah, we took our time, but our bond grew
Only thing we're in a hurry for now is to rush you
And we're back to say sh*t you don't got the guts or the nuts to
pus*y, go pick your pus*y leaves off your c*nt tree, f*ck you
Achoo— "Bless you"; I'm allergic to pus*y
sl*ts too, yeah, you think you're the sh*t 'til we flush you
Had some bullsh*t to readjust to, now there's just a few
Of us left, but it'd be unjust to rob us our just due
So rest in peace to Bugz and Proof, this one's for you, homies, we love you
But we can't stop now, we done had too much of our blood drew from this...
[Chorus: Eminem]
Fame
I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh
I'm gettin' lost in this game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, woah
Keep speakin' my name
And then we'll have reason to hate me, yeah
It's like you don't want me to win
So this time, I'm goin' in

[Outro: DJ Young Mase]
It's the Return of the Dozen
Volume Number 2
I go by the name of DJ Young Mase
Welcome back
Swifty McVay, Kon Artis, Kuniva
Bizarre, Marshall Mathers
Big Proof, the mayor forever
And Fuzz Scoota, let's go!
"You little sc*mbag!
I got your name! I got your ass!
You will not laugh! You will not cry!
Now get up, get on your feet!"