Look, I was gonna go easy as fuck  on you n' not ta hurt yo' vibe
But I be only goin ta git dis one chance
Somethingz wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you on)
Just a gangbangin' feelin I've got, like somethingz bout ta happen yo, but I don't give a fuck what
If dat means, what tha fuck I be thinkin it means, we up in shit, big-ass shit,
And if he be as bananas as you say, I aint takin any chances
Yo ass was just what tha fuck tha doctor ordered
I be beginnin ta feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All mah playas from tha front ta tha back nod, back nod
Now whoz ass be thinkin they arms is long enough ta slap box, slap box?
They holla'd I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot
But fo' me ta rap like a cold-ass lil computa must be up in mah genes
I gots a laptop up in mah back pocket
My fuckin pen'll go off when I half-ding-a-ling it
Got a gangbangin' fat knot from dat rap profit
Made a livin n' a cappin' off it
Ever since Bizzle Clinton was still up in office
With Monica Lewinsky feelin on his nut-sack
I be a MC still as honest
But as rude n' indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Bust a cap up in 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
Yo ass don't straight-up wanna git tha fuck into a pissin match wit dis rappidy rap
Packin a Mac up in tha back of tha Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
Da exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I be practicing
That I be bout ta still be able ta break a motherfuckin' table
Over tha back of a cold-ass lil couple playas n' crack it up in half
Only realized dat shiznit was ironic I was signed ta Aftermath afta tha fact
How tha fuck could I not blow, biatch? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel mah wrath of attack
Rappers is havin a rough time period, herez a Maxipad
It aint nuthin but straight-up disastrously bad
For tha wack while I be masterfully constructin dis masterpiece as
I be beginnin ta feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All mah playas from tha front ta tha back nod, back nod
Now whoz ass be thinkin they arms is long enough ta slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintainin dis shiznit ain't dat hard, dat hard
All Y'all want tha key n' tha secret ta rap immortalitizzle like I have got
Well, ta be truthful tha blueprintz simply rage n' youthful exuberance
All Y'all loves ta root fo' a nuisance
Hit tha earth like a asteroid, did not a god damn thang but blast fo' tha moon since
MCz git taken ta school wit dis music
'Cause I use it as a hoopty ta bust a rhyme
Now I lead a freshly smoked up school full of hustlas
Me, biatch? I be a thang of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, fuck you, they gots Slim
Inspired enough ta one dizzle grow up, blow up n' be up in a position
To hook up Run DMC n' induct dem tha fuck into tha motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Hype
Even though I strutt up in tha church n' burst up in a funky-ass bizzle of flames
Only Hall of Hype I be inducted up in is tha brew of fame
On tha wall of shame
Yo ass fags be thinkin itz all a game 'til I strutt a gangbangin' flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what tha fuck up in tha fuck is you thinking?
Little gay lookin boy
So gay I can barely say it wit a straight grill lookin boy
Yo ass witnessin a massacre
Like you watchin a cold-ass lil church gatherin take place lookin boy
Oy vey, dat boyz gay, thatz all they say lookin boy
Yo ass git a thumbs up, pat on tha back
And a way ta go from yo' label everydizzle lookin boy
Yo, lookin boy, what tha fuck you say lookin boy?
I gots a "hell yeah" from Dre lookin boy
I'mma work fo' every last muthafuckin thang I have
Never ask no muthafucka fo' shit, git outta mah grill lookin boy
Basically pimp you never gonna be capable
To keep up wit tha same pace lookin boy
'Cause I be beginnin ta feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All mah playas from tha front ta tha back nod, back nod
Da way I be racin round tha track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dizzy Earnhardt of tha traila park, tha White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod dis hoodz Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard
So you be Thor n' I be bout ta be Odin, you rodent, I be omnipotent
Let off then I be reloadin immediately wit these bombs I be totin'
And I should not be woken
I be tha struttin dead yo, but I be just a poppin' off head, a zombie floating
But I gots yo' momma deep throating
I be up mah ramen noodle, our crazy asses have not a god damn thang up in common, poodle
I be a thugged-out doberman, pinch yo ass up in tha arm n' pay homage, pupil
It aint nuthin but me, mah honestyz brutal
But itz straight-up futile if I don't utilize what tha fuck I do though
For phat at least once up in a while
So I wanna make shizzle somewhere up in dis chicken scratch I scribble n' doodle
Enough rhymes ta maybe ta try n' help git some playas all up in tough times
But I gotta keep all dem punchlines just up in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers is horny lookin all up in mah grill like itz lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was mackdaddy of tha underground yo, but I still rap like I be on mah Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes yo, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal wit tha skin color of mine
Yo ass git too big-ass n' here they come tryin to,
Censor you like dat one line I holla'd on "I be Back" from tha Marshall Mathers LP
One where I tried ta say I take seven lil playas from Columbine
Put 'em all up in a line, add a AK-47, a revolver n' a nine
See if I git away wit it now dat I ain't as big-ass as I was yo, but I've
Morphed tha fuck into a immortal comin all up in tha portal
Yo ass is stuck up in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't give a fuck what tha fuck dat you rhyme for
Yo ass is pointless as Rapunzel wit fuckin cornrows
Yo ass is like normal, fuck bein normal
And I just looted a freshly smoked up Raygun from tha future
To just come n' blast ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab holla'd he looked like a gangbangin' fag at Maywhether’s pad
Singin' ta a playa while they played piano
Man, oh dude, dat was a 24/7 special on tha cable channel
So Ray J went straight ta tha radio station tha straight-up next day
"Yo, Fab, I'mma bust a cap up in you"
Lyrics comin at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assumin I be a human
What I gotta do ta git it all up in ta you I be superhuman
Innovatizzle n' I be made of rubber
So dat anythang you sayin ricochetin off of me n' it'll glue ta you
I be never stating, mo' than never demonstrating
How tha fuck ta give a motherfuckin' crew a gangbangin' feelin like itz levitating
Never fading, n' I know dat tha hatas is forever waiting
For tha dizzle dat they can say I fell tha git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit, they'd be celebrating
Cause I know tha way ta git 'em motivated
I make elevatin beatz, you make elevator music
Oh, tha pimpin' muthafucka too mainstream
Well, thatz what tha fuck they do when they git jealous, they confuse it
It aint nuthin but not hip hop, itz pop, cause I found a hella way ta fuse it
With rock, shock rap wit Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself n' make 'em lose it
I don't give a fuck how tha fuck ta make joints like that
I don't give a fuck what tha fuck lyrics ta use
Let me know when it occurs ta you
While I’m rippin any one of these verses diverse as you
It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin' you
How tha fuck nuff verses I gotta cappin' to,
Prove dat if you half as sick at joints you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, pill junky
But peep tha accolades tha game brung me
Full of mah dirty ass yo, but still hungry
I bully mah dirty ass cause I make me do what tha fuck I put mah mind to
And I be a mazillion leagues above you, ill when I drop a rhyme up in tongues
But itz still tongue up in cheek, fuck you
I be faded so Satan take tha fuckin wheel, I be asleep up in tha front seat
Bumpin Heavy D n' tha Boys, still chunky yo, but funky
But up in mah head there be a suttin' I can feel tuggin n' struggling
Angels fight wit devils, herez what tha fuck they want from me
They askin me ta eliminizzle a shitload of tha dem hoes hate
But if you take tha fuck into consideration tha bitta hatred dat I had
Then you may be a lil patient n' mo' sympathetic ta tha thang
And KNOW tha discrimination
But fuck it, gamez handin you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batta tha dem hoes how tha fuck is I supposed ta bake dem a cold-ass lil cake then?
Don't fuck up it fo' Satan
It aint nuthin but a gangbangin' fatal fuck up if you be thinkin I need ta be overseas
And take a vacation ta trip a funky-ass broad
And make her fall on her grill n' don't be a retard
Be a mackdaddy, biatch? Think not, why be a mackdaddy when you can be a God?