One thousand different houses and Munchausen
I'mma make you wanna punch out some fuckin' one, ouch
What the fuck'd you hit me for?
Scream life as I punch counter and bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger
In a dumb gown, black hood
With a scythe
Shit, I laughed in his face, spit
Bitch gave me an extra life, like take this
Now get your ass back in that game
Bitch don't take shit for granted
And don't take shit, give it!
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier than a sword
Finish writing then record
Replenish, keep writing more
Nothing's riding on it but your privates, all you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you claw
Back's to wall
No one was there to catch you fall
You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off
You grab your balls, like they're gargantuan and
Ask yourself how fucking bad you want it
Pull out your pants, whoop your ass and flash it on 'em
Nobody's gonna back you in the corner
Throw a hornet
No one's more ig-norant then you fuckin' four in the morning you're at the laboratory, storming
Like there's nothing that's more important
MCs, you better consider this a formal warning, you're in for it
Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain?
And I told you I smiled every single time I saw your face
I ain't finished bitch
I meant in half, oil the blades
Nobody wants to play
They say I'm a spoiled little baby
But
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
Cuz that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
Cuz nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
Cuz that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
What goes through an addict's brain?
Besides static pain and Big Daddy Kane
Break, beats and words
An erratic train of thought
Like splatter paint
Scatter brain
Yeah, maybethat explains
Why you're back but you don't rap the same
And you're looking way thinner
Because your hunger got you looking like
They took away dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar coat a fucking booger though
Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a chooka-what (chooka-what)
Now fling that bitch from your fingertips
I hope it lands on another rap singer's lips
Who can't think of shit
Anything of wit that's interesting to spit
Whose king of this fucking English Lit?
Let your middle fingers flip
On each hand, whilst extending this shit
How low can you go?
Lower then Chuck D, ho
Hear the bass of this in my voice
Rocky's back, where's my Adrian?
Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the patriots of rap
Not a man, I'm a weapon
Who just happened to be a rapper
Who just happen to be on the crapper
When it happened I had an epiphany
In the bathroom, I'd never be the same after
Now I'm back with an apper
-tite for destruction, the fucking recipe for disaster
So let's eat 'cause I'm famished
Every deed is a dastardly one
Evil its past it
Even you asking for me to be pulled
Like to people
Is like me having my teeth pulled
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
Cuz that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
Cuz nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
Cuz that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
So step inside of dimension
The demented side of a mind
That's like the inside of an engine
While I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded that if I didn't mention
I lose my mind and my temper
You'll be the first one
Who finds him offensive
Got him climbing the fences
Lost some time to addiction
But look up rhyme in the dictio-nary
I'm in the picture
Eminem is the synonym for it
I'm an enigma
Fuck it let's get to the meat (balls)
I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes
Edgamacater, they are
Shit legends are madea
Spit treacherous data
Shit that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretchedness is
What you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
And combine 'em with Method Man and Redman
Whit meth-amphetamines in his left hand
And in his right there's a sledge-hammer
And pajamas, standing in front of a webcam
Beating himself in the head, till Russell lets him off dead jam
Maybe I need my head examined
Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb
Hanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan
I need meds!
Swear to God, cuz if I go off the edge
T.I ain't talking me off a ledge, man
Heart throb at a fart, ah nah
More like a smart slob, part blob
That'll stab you with a sharp ob-ject
To the heart and leave claw marks
All over the Wal-Mart walls
Little baby with large balls
Fuck mud slinging, I'm blood flinging
There's nothing on this fucking Earth better than being
King of the playground
I hate the swings, but I love being the underdog
Cuz when I'm pushed
I end up swinging UP!
