ANYTIME YOU ARE IN MY ROOM THERE IS NO PRETIP FOR AN ✱✱✱✱✱✱!!!! PRIORITY MESSAGE RESPONSES! ONE FREE PIC A NIGHT (WHEN LIVE) ! PLS LET ME KNOW THE NIGHTS YOU WANT ONE :) CANT BE BANNED! Look, I was gonna go easy on you 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, 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, ✱✱✱ trouble And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances You are just what the doc ordered I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the ✱✱✱✱ nod, ✱✱✱✱ nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot But for me to rap like a computer, it must be in my genes I got a laptop in my ✱✱✱✱ pocket My pen'll go off when I half-✱✱✱✱ it Got a ✱✱✱ from that rap profit Made a livin' and a ✱✱✱✱✱✱' off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱ I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (✱✱✱✱ 'em all with) This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a ✱✱✱✱✱✱' match With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the ✱✱✱✱ of the Ac' ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱ rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that I'll still be able to break a ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱' table Over the ✱✱✱✱ of a couple of ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱ and ✱✱✱✱✱ it in half Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not ✱✱✱✱? All I do is drop F-bombs Feel my wrath of attack Rappers are havin' a rough time , here's a maxi pad It's actually disastrously bad for the wack While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the ✱✱✱✱ nod, ✱✱✱✱ nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintainin' this ✱✱✱✱ ain't that ✱✱✱✱, that ✱✱✱✱ Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got Well, to be truthful the blueprint's Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance ✱✱✱ the Earth like an asteroid Did nothing but ✱✱✱✱✱ for the Moon since (pew!) MCs 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? 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 day grow up, ✱✱✱✱ up and be in a position To ✱✱✱-D.M.C., induct them Into the ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱' ✱✱✱✱ and Roll Hall of Fame Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ✱✱✱✱ of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the of fame On the wall of shame You ✱✱✱✱ think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and, tell me what in the ✱✱✱✱ are you thinkin'? Little ✱✱✱-lookin' ✱✱✱ So ✱✱✱, I can ✱✱✱✱✱✱ say it with a straight ✱✱✱✱, lookin' ✱✱✱ (ha-ha!) You're witnessin' a mass-occur Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' ✱✱✱ "Oy vey, that ✱✱✱'s ✱✱✱!" That's all they say, lookin' ✱✱✱ You get a thumbs up, pat on the ✱✱✱✱ And a "Way to go" from your label every day, lookin' ✱✱✱ Hey, lookin' ✱✱✱! What you say, lookin' ✱✱✱? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin' ✱✱✱ I'ma ✱✱✱✱ for everything I have, never asked nobody for ✱✱✱✱ Get outta my ✱✱✱✱, lookin' ✱✱✱! Basically, ✱✱✱, you're never gonna be capable Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' ✱✱✱, 'cause- I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the ✱✱✱✱ nod, ✱✱✱✱ nod The way I'm racin' 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 You ✱✱✱✱✱✱, I'm omnipotent Let off, then I'm reloadin' Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' ✱✱✱✱, a zombie floatin' But I got your ✱✱✱ ✱✱✱✱-✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱' I'm out my ✱✱✱✱✱ Noodle We have nothin' 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 ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱ Just in case 'cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin' 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 you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too ✱✱✱ and here they come tryin' To censor you like that one line I said on "I'm ✱✱✱✱" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I'll take seven from Columbine ✱✱✱ 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain't as ✱✱✱ as I was, but I'm Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don't know what the ✱✱✱✱ that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with ✱✱✱✱✱✱' cornrows You write normal? ✱✱✱✱ being normal! And I just bought a new raygun from the future Just to come and ✱✱✱✱✱ ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a ✱✱✱ at Mayweather's pad Singin' to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma ✱✱✱✱ you!" Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic ✱✱✱✱✱ (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱' I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman? Innovative and I'm made of ✱✱✱✱✱✱ so that anything You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know the 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, you 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 ✱✱✱✱, 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 rippin' any one of these verses that versus you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you How many verses I gotta ✱✱✱✱✱✱ to Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too? Ugh, school flunky, pill ✱✱✱✱✱✱ 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 ✱✱✱ my mind to And I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱, but it's still ✱✱✱✱✱✱-in-cheek, ✱✱✱✱ you I'm , so, Satan, take the ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱ wheel I'ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin' Heavy D and the ✱✱✱✱, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my ✱✱✱✱, there's something I can feel ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱ and struggling Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But ✱✱✱✱ it, life's ✱✱✱✱✱✱' you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can't batter the women How the ✱✱✱✱ am I supposed to bake them a cake then? Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a ✱✱✱✱✱ mistake If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation To trip a broad, and make her fall on her ✱✱✱✱ and Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a god?