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[Eminem]It's shit like this I kick to these rich white kidsWho just might see how fucked up this sick life isOoops I did it again didn't I my shit's harderTo figure out than what Britney's tit size isOooh I probably pissed you off again didn't I bitchSo what Christina Gaguilera kiss my gritsYou know how many shit's I get if I wish I didSo I can quit givin these twisted little kids ideasThis just in, Britney just dissed JustinShe just fucked Ben, got pit fucked and dick sucked himIf Affleck can get his ass licked, how come I can't shitGoddamn bitch I'm rich I can't understand thisAre those pictures they made of us together on the internetAs close as I'm ever gonna get to hittin it from the backAnd shit when it comes to that I hit harder from the backThan Everlast when he's pluggin Lethal in his fuckin assJust give me one more chance Britney hit me one more timeLet me know what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more lineTo sniff, you fuckers know what time it isFuck your jewelery my record's almost diamond, BEEOTCH![HOOK 2X: Eminem + Dr Dre]What's goin on in the world todayPeople fightin, feudin, lootin, it's okayLet it go, let it flow, let the good times rollTell 'em Dre- It aint nuttin but music[Bizarre]Eminem doesn't like N'Sync, well I doSo fuck him, and the Backstreet Boys tooWhatever happened to the cast of Different StrokesMary's broke, Ty's snortin coke, and then an overdoseI got two little boys wit meMichael Jackson sent two helicopters to get meI'm up early wit my hair curlyMe and Mr. Furly, fuckin Laverne and Shirley![Kuniva]Alotta rappers are livin in la la landThat's why I let my dogs out on the Baha menAs bad as a life I had, I'm not madI don't need to be a jackass to beat up my dadMy whole family's country, my grandmother's old fashionedAnd she keeps askin me why I rap wit a honkyBut grannie I'm a flunky I could be a junkyI could be hangin with the hoochies out at the club scene[Kon Artis]To all the independent women in the house! (HEY!)Show us your tits and shut your motherfuckin mouth! (WHAT?!)[Proof]Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney HoustonThe shit's confusin (SNIFF!)Jesse Jackson, reverend scandalGot George Michael's, Tevin CampbellsPeeWee Herman's, peep show placesPublic restrooms, peep those cases[HOOK][Swifty McVay]Huh, your mom and dad probably mad at us (for what)We done turned their kids into little body snatchersAint like where I'm from, we don't bite our tongueAre you sure you want niggas 21 to carry gunsIt's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhymeWhere you work you aint gettin paid for that overtimeIt's only music, media know it but they blindI aint in your light, so stay they hell up outta mineY'all the reason why Princess Diana ended up dyinIf you people get offended I don't care (stop cryin)Tryin to get us to leave cuz what we say just aint clean (uh, uh)But holdin back on what I say just aint me[Kon Artis]Now what's these parents all mad for? (Your music is bad for 'um)For teenage kids that drink more than Ted Danson in CheersCarson drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (SHUTUP!)Broke or rich, I still do that same old shitI don't jump in front of a camera and change no shitSo when they ask me about my sarcasticnessI just slap 'em, turn around and ask 'em this[HOOK]more free lyrics