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When I go out, I'ma go out shootin
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin to clear up my fukkin' image,
so I promised the fukkin critics
I wouldn't say "fukkin" for six minutes
(*click* Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bytch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin these crazy thoughts
in my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
("Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?")
Came home, and somebody musta broke in the back window
and stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
with M-16's and ten clips each
And them shyts reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?
fukk THAT! PBBT! you fakkits can vanish to volcanic ash
and re-appear in hell with a can of gas, AND a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fukk you starin at, nikka?)
eminem murked everything on this album
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin to clear up my fukkin' image,
so I promised the fukkin critics
I wouldn't say "fukkin" for six minutes
(*click* Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bytch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin these crazy thoughts
in my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
("Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?")
Came home, and somebody musta broke in the back window
and stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats
Sick sick dreams of picnic scenes, two kids, sixteen
with M-16's and ten clips each
And them shyts reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?
fukk THAT! PBBT! you fakkits can vanish to volcanic ash
and re-appear in hell with a can of gas, AND a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fukk you starin at, nikka?)
eminem murked everything on this album