"Look, I was gonna go easy on wewe not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
(Six minutes, six minutes)
Something's wrong, I can feel it
(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got
Like something's about to happen
But I don't know what
If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble
Big trouble. And if he is as bananas as wewe say
I'm not taking any chances

YOUR JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDER!!

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God! (Rap God).
All my people from the front to the back nod! (Back nod).
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box! (Slap box).
They alisema I rap like a robot!
so call me rap-bot!

But for me to rap like a computer, must be in my genes!
I got a laptop in my back pocket!
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it!
Got a fat knot from that rap profit!
Made a living and a killing off it!
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office!
With Monica Lewinski feeling on his (nutsack).
I'm an MC still as honest.
But as rude and as indecent as all hell.
Syllables, skill-a-holic! (Kill 'em all with)
This flippity, dippity-hippityhip-hop-hibbdy!
wewe don't really wanna get into a pissing match
With this rappity-rap.
Packing a mack in the back of the Ac.
backpack rap-crap-yap-yap-yackety-yack!
and at the exact same time!
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that!
I’ll-still-be-able-to-break-a-motherfuckin-table-over-the-back-of-a-couple-of-faggots-and-crack-it-in-half!
Only realized it was ironic.
I was signed to Aftermath after the fact.
How could I not blow? All I do is drop "F” bombs!?
Feel my wrath of attack.
Rappers are having a rough time period.
Here's a Maxi-Pad.
It's actually disastrously bad.
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah.

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God! (Rap God).
All my people from the front to the back nod! (Back nod).
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box! (Slap box).
They alisema I rap like a robot!
so call me rap-bot!

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap Immortality like I have got!
Well, to be truthful the blueprint’s!
Simply rage and youthful exuberance!
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance!
Hit the earth like an asteroid!
and did nothing but shoot for the moon since! (PPEEYOOM)
MC's get taken to school with this music!
'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme’.
Now I lead a New School full of students.
Me? Me, I'm a product of Rakim.
Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, Ren.
Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim.
Inspired enough to one siku grow up.
Blow up and being in a position.
To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them.
Into the motherfuckin' Rock n’.
Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the church.
And burst in a ball of flames.
Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame!
On the ukuta of shame!
wewe fags think it's all a game!
'Til I walk a flock of flames!
Off a plank and!
Tell me what in the fuck are wewe thinking?
Little-gay-looking-boy!
So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boy!
You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering!
And take place looking boy!
Oy vey, that boy's gay!
That's all they say looking boy!
wewe get a thumbs up, pat on the back!
And a "way to go" from your label every siku looking boy!
Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy!?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy!
I'mma work for everything I have!
Never asked nobody for shit!
Git out my face looking boy!
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable!
of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, ‘cause!

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God! (Rap God)
All my people from the front to the back nod! (Back nod)
The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar! (Nascar)
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park!
The White Trash God!
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton!\
No Asgard! (Asgard)

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin!
wewe rodent, I'm omnipotent!
Let off then I'm reloading!
Immediately with these bombs I'm totin’!
And I should not be woken!
I'm the walking dead!
But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating!
But I got your mom deep throating!
I'm out my ramen, mashua Noodle!
We have nothing in common, poodle!
I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself!
In the arm and pay homage, pupil!
It's me!
My honesty's brutal!
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize!
What I do though for good!
At least once in a while so I wanna make sure!
Somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle!
Enough rhymes to!
Maybe try to help get some people through tough times!
But I gotta keep a few punchlines!
Just in case 'cause even wewe unsigned!
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime!
I know there was a time where once I!
Was king of the underground!
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind!
So I crunch rhymes!
But sometimes when wewe combine!
Appeal with the skin color of mine!
wewe get too big and here they come trying to!
Censor wewe like that one line I said!
On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP!
One when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine!
Put 'em all in a line!
Add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine!
See if I get away with it now!
That I ain't as big as I was, but I’m!
Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal!
You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though!
And I don't know what the fuck that wewe rhyme for!
You're pointless as Rapunzel!
With fucking cornrows!
wewe write normal.
fuck being normal!
And I just bought a new ray gun, from the future!
Just to come and shoot ya!
Like when Fabulous made ray J mad!
'Cause Fab alisema he looked like a fag!
At Mayweather's pad singin' to a man!
While he play piano!
Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special.
On the cable channel,
So ray J went straight to radio station the very inayofuata day.

"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you”

Lyrics coming at wewe at supersonic speed!

Uh-summa-lumma-dooma-lumma-you-assuming-I’m-a-human-what-I-gotta-do-to-get-it-through-to-you-I’m-superhuman-innovative-and-I’m-made-of rubber-so-that-anything-you-say-is-ricochet-in-off-me-and-it’ll-glue-to-you-and-I’m-devastating-more-than-ever-demonstrating-how-to-give-a-motherfuckin’-audience-a-feeling-like-it’s-levitating-never-fading-and-I-know-that-haters-are-forever-waiting-for-the-day-that-they-can-say-I fell-off-they’ll-be-celebrating-cause-I-know-the-way-to-get-em-motivated-I-make-elevating-music!

wewe make elevator music!

"Oh, he's too mainstream."
Well, that's what they do.
When they get jealous, they confuse it.
"It's not hip hop, it's pop."
'Cause I found a hella way to fuse it.
With rock, shock rap with Doc.
Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it.
I don't know how to make songs like that.
I don't know what words to use.
Let me know when it occurs to you.
While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if wewe were half as nice,
your songs wewe could sacrifice virgins to
Unghh, school flunky, pill junky
But look at the accolades these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to
When I'm a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys
"Still chunky, but funky"
But in my head there's something
I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils and
Here's what they want from me
They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if wewe take into consideration the uchungu, chungu hatred I had
Then wewe may be a little patient and zaidi sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But fuck it
Life's handing wewe lemons
Make maji ya limau, lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women
How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake him for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if wewe think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a broad
And make her fall on her face and
Don't be a retard, be a king?
Think not.
Why be a king, when wewe can be a God!