Intro
(Eminem) Ohhh! Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for
in this corner： weighing 175 pounds, with a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders
the undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world： Slim Shady!
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(Eminem) So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
don't act like a snobby model you just hit the Lotto
O-oh o-oh bitches hopping in my Tahoe
got one ridin' shotgun and no not one of 'em got clothes
now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
and there's really not that many of us
and ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk...ok ... let's go!
Verse 1
(Eminem) Back when Andre the Giant mister elephant tusk
fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust
just one of, my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus
kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
it disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
it's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed
bitches lust, man they love me when I lay in the cut
fisticuff, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts
now picture us, it's ridiculous you curse at the thought
cuz when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
if I could fit the words, it's picture perfect works every time
every verse every line as simple as nursery rhymes
it's elementary, the elephants have entered the room
I venture to say we're the center of attention it's true
not to mention back with a vengeance so hence the signal
of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes
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(Eminem) Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre...
Verse 2
(Dr. Dre) They see that low rider go by they're like "Oh my!"
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick cuz I know why
I dip through, in that Six-Trey like "sick 'em Dre!"
I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me
But hey, what else can I say? I love LA, cuz over and above all, it's just another day
and this one begins where the last one ends
pick up where we left off and get smashed, again
I'll be dammed, just fucked around and crashed my Benz
drive 'round with a smashed front end
let's cash that one in, grab another one from out the stable
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado?
The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl?
Decisions, decision, garage looks like Precision Collision
Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco
just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though
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(Eminem) And I take great pleasure in introducing： 50 Cent!
Verse 3
(50 Cent) It's bottle, after bottle, the money ain't a thang when you party with me
its what we into, its simple, we ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
I'm the napalm the bomb the Don, I'm King Kong, get rolled on
wrapped up and reigned on
I'm so calm, through Vietnam ring the alarm
bring the Chandon burn marijuan do what you want
nigga, on and on, till the break of what?
Get the paper man I'm cakin', you know I don't give a fuck
I spend it like it don't mean nothing\', blow it like its supposed to be blown
motherfucker I'm grown
I stunt I style I flash that shit
I do what the fuck I want so what I trick
fat-ass Birkin bags, classy shit
Jimmy Choo shoes,
I say move a bitch move
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(Eminem)