Oh! 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!

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 hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes Now, where's the rubbers? Who's 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 'til the break of dawn And we're starting this party from dusk

(Okay, let's go!)

Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk Fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust Just one of my mother's 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 Fisticuffs, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts Now picture us; it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought 'Cause 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

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 hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes Now, where's the rubbers? Who's 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 'til the break of dawn And we're starting this party from dusk

It's Mister Shady Call for Ca$his

Six-four hoppers up at least four blocks I crank my watch like I don't see no cops Riding on a [?] six cars and [?] No rims stop and stand up in the drop [?] I be chilling with the bitches, [?] [?] On my L.A. pad rooftop, ha, ha

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 hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes Now, where's the rubbers? Who's 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 'til the break of dawn And we're starting this party from dusk

Yeah, so...

I'm at this party and notice that I didn't even get carted Plenty lines, having fun, they see me and act retarded I'm thinking to myself, "I'm a brand new artist" I just started, tell me why I hit the ground and they parted Feeling good True stepping I'm no number type, but gave me wood [?]

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 hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes Now, where's the rubbers? Who's 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 'til the break of dawn And we're starting this party from dusk