Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chanceSomething's wrong, I can feel it(For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means,We're in trouble, big troubleAnd if he is as bananas as you say,I'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doc ordered
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapboxThey said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a Mac in the back of the AcBackpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackAnd at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a mothafuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow?All I do is drop F-bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a maxi padIt's actually disastrously bad for the wackWhile I'm masterfully constructing this master piece
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapboxLet me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secretTo rap immortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidDid nothing but shoot for the moon sinceMC's get taken to school with this musicCause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"Now I lead a new school full of studentsMe? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2PacN.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and be in a positionTo meet Run DMC and induct themInto the mothafuckin'Rock n' Roll Hall of FameEven though I'll walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted inIs the alcohol of fame, on the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flames off a plankAnd, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay-looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a straight face, looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occurLike you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boyOy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say, looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boyHey, looking boy, what you say, looking boyI get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boyI'ma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shitGet outta my face, looking boyBasically, boy, you're never gonna be capableOf keeping up with the same pace, looking boy
Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard
So you be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloading immediatelyWith these bombs I'm totingAnd I should not be woken, I'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the armAnd pay homage, pupilIt's me, my honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futileIf I don't utilize what I do thoughFor good at least once in a whileSo I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratchI scribble and doodle enough rhymesTo maybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case cause even you unsigned rappersAre hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a timeWhere once I was king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying to censor youLike that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I wasBut I'm morphing into an immortalComing through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from 2004, thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrowsYou write normal? Fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new raygun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabolous made Ray J madCause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's padSinging to a man while they played pianoMan, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to the radio stationThe very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubberSo that anything you say is ricocheting off of meAnd it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating, more than ever demonstratingHow to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know the haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebratingCause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating music, you make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream"Well, that's what they do when they get jealousThey confuse itIt's not hip-hop, it's popCause I found a hella way to fuse it with rockShock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it"I don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to use"Let me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these versesThat versus you, it's curtainsI'm inadvertently hurting youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice your songsYou could sacrifice virgins tooSchool flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind toAnd I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue in cheek, fuck youI'm drunk, so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the BoyzStill Chunky but FunkyBut in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devilsAnd here's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patientAnd more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck it, life's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistakeIf you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip abroadAnd make her fall on her faceAnd don't be a retardBe a king? Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?