he fukking snapped about midway through this verse, Kendrick was dope but Eminem stole the show on this 3rd verse, the flow and voice was....just wow 
So needless to say I'm feelin' betrayed
Snatched my house key off her keychain
She jumps off Wee-Bey from The Wire's dikk
Now she's chasin' me with a cheese grater
Here goes that broken record, cliche, it's all my fault anyway
She's turnin' the tables, I'm a beat-break
She treats my face like Serato, she cuts and scratches like a DJ
Each day is an instant replay
They sayin' we display symptomatic of addict behavior
Back together but forgot today was her b-day, she cut me off on the freeway
Simple misunderstandin' but just as I went to slam on the brakes
Then I realized that she may be as crazy as me, wait
bytch cut my fukkin' brakeline, stepped on them fukkers 8 times
Still goin' 73, thank God there's an exit coming up
What the mother F-U-C-K'S wrong with her, hit the off ramp
So I coast into a gosh damned aww hit a fukkin' tree
Now here she comes at full speed, she's racin' at me
Okay you wanna fukk with me, eh
Snatch the bytch out her car through the window, she screamin'
I body slam her on the cement, until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole
Bury this stink ho in it, then pay to have the street re-paved
fukk, woke up in a dream state in a cold sweat
Like I got hit with a freeze ray durin' a heat wave
Guess I eventually caved though, cause she's layin' next to me in bed
Directly aimin' a gat at my head
Woke up again and jumped up like fukk it, I've had it, I'm checkin' into rehab
I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy
Every girl I've ever had either says I got too much baggage
Or I'm too fukkin' dramatic
Man what the fukk is the matter, I'm just a fukking romantic
I fukking love you, you fukking bytch
Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex
I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events
I said hit the road and after she left
I sent that bytch a text
I said be careful driving, don't read this and have an accident
She glanced to look at it and wrecked, too bad
Thought we had a connect
No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case
Than a model covered in L'Oreal and mace, who fell from grace
Eleven stories for story telling but the whore was yelling rape
So the vocal cords were swelling
And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spelling's face
Still they swarm the gates and my fancy estates
To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace
Unless you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date, don't be late
Well the sentiment's great, but wait, think there's been a mistake
You want an intimate date, I wanna intimidate
I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of
(*Message sound*)
Wait, dinner at eight
I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of
So needless to say I'm feelin' betrayed
Snatched my house key off her keychain
She jumps off Wee-Bey from The Wire's dikk
Now she's chasin' me with a cheese grater
Here goes that broken record, cliche, it's all my fault anyway
She's turnin' the tables, I'm a beat-break
She treats my face like Serato, she cuts and scratches like a DJ
Each day is an instant replay
They sayin' we display symptomatic of addict behavior
Back together but forgot today was her b-day, she cut me off on the freeway
Simple misunderstandin' but just as I went to slam on the brakes
Then I realized that she may be as crazy as me, wait
bytch cut my fukkin' brakeline, stepped on them fukkers 8 times
Still goin' 73, thank God there's an exit coming up
What the mother F-U-C-K'S wrong with her, hit the off ramp
So I coast into a gosh damned aww hit a fukkin' tree
Now here she comes at full speed, she's racin' at me
Okay you wanna fukk with me, eh
Snatch the bytch out her car through the window, she screamin'
I body slam her on the cement, until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole
Bury this stink ho in it, then pay to have the street re-paved
fukk, woke up in a dream state in a cold sweat
Like I got hit with a freeze ray durin' a heat wave
Guess I eventually caved though, cause she's layin' next to me in bed
Directly aimin' a gat at my head
Woke up again and jumped up like fukk it, I've had it, I'm checkin' into rehab
I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy
Every girl I've ever had either says I got too much baggage
Or I'm too fukkin' dramatic
Man what the fukk is the matter, I'm just a fukking romantic
I fukking love you, you fukking bytch
Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex
I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events
I said hit the road and after she left
I sent that bytch a text
I said be careful driving, don't read this and have an accident
She glanced to look at it and wrecked, too bad
Thought we had a connect
No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case
Than a model covered in L'Oreal and mace, who fell from grace
Eleven stories for story telling but the whore was yelling rape
So the vocal cords were swelling
And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spelling's face
Still they swarm the gates and my fancy estates
To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace
Unless you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date, don't be late
Well the sentiment's great, but wait, think there's been a mistake
You want an intimate date, I wanna intimidate
I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of
(*Message sound*)
Wait, dinner at eight
I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of
em's last verse is amazing
