The Death of Slim Shady (Coup De Grâce)

Alright, here, drink this

What is it?

Shut up and drink it

No

I said drink it, bitch

The fuck? (Haha)

The fuck are you tryin' to do?

Get us cancelled (ayy-yo)

Fuck blind people (what?) and deaf people suck (stop, yeah)

So do cripples (no), dumb quadriplegic fucks

With Christopher Reeve's luck (whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa), Shady, Jesus, what the fuck?

Oh, here comes Marshall to try to clean this up (shut up)

What's the matter, Marshall? Your penis tucked?

Aw, the big bad rapper just get his feewings hurt?

Let me go, you bitch, huh, or what, genius, huh?

You gonna cancel me, yeah? Gen-Z me, bruh?

Little pussy, what's wrong? Thought you was dreaming, huh?

When you gonna realize that we fuckin' need each other?

Get up

Everybody on the dance floor, come on

That means you too, Chris, haha

Well, it's Friday night, no date for the prom

Just got caught jackin' off by your mom

Suspended from school for settin' off the alarm

Kim Jong keep screamin' he gon' drop the bomb

But anyway, every day is the same old shiddit

Room lookin' like a tornado hit it

Try to explain, your parents, they don't get it

Time to hit you with a funky dope rhythm

Let it roll, if you ready, we gon' start the show

Everybody in the world, all across the globe

You can feel it in your head down to your toes

Dance until you're wheelchair bound, here we go

Yeah, horseback, little do-si-do

Little bit of soul mixed with some rodeo

Everybody in the world's gonna laugh to this

Shit, I'll probably end up crippled after this, come on

Clap your hands and stomp your feet

Everybody join together

Can you feel the funky beat?

Everywhere you see people laughing and

Dancing in the street

On the count of three, everybody do

The Christopher Reeves

One, two, three, follow me

Superman, Batman, Spider-Man

Slipped, fell, landed in a garbage can

Shit, hell, damn it, I can hardly stand

But I get it crackin' like no one in the party can

Give me a beat, I'll show you all a brand new dance

All I need is a stretcher and an ambulance

Now stand back, kids, don't try this at home

Chi-boom, kick-boom, ooh, ah-oh

It's a brand new craze and it's sweepin' the nation

Anything else is a cheap imitation

Just make sure that you videotape it

You can only do it once 'fore the people go apeshit

It's a crowd favorite, a party pleaser

It's better than shake of a grand mal seizure

So next time that you see grandma, tease her

And roll up with a fresh set of wheels all greased up

Clap your hands and stomp your feet

Everybody join together

Can you feel the funky beat?

Everywhere you see people laughing and

Dancing in the street

On the count of three, everybody do

The Christopher Reeves

One, two, three, follow me

If your arms, legs, feet, and your hands are numb

You've fallen and you can't get up

It's a brand new dance, this is my Chris anthem

I'm givin' Chris Reeves his chrysanthemums

I'ma have everybody jumpin' to this

Caitlyn Jenner in the front row pumpin' her fists

With a simple little twist and a flick of the wrist

A little snap of the neck and a slip of the disc

You just pull up a chair and grab a seat

And clap your hands and stomp your feet

Or stomp your hands and clap your feet

Flop around 'til you lookin' like a slab of meat

You put your left foot back, your right in front

Tip your head back, let it touch your butt

'Til you feel a lil' pop, like what the fuck?

Motherfuck, fuck a duck, what the fuck? I'm stuck

So, party people, are you with me? What's the deal?

If you real, grab your chair up by the wheel

If you wanna feel just like the Man of Steel

Windmillin' on a million banana peels, come on

Clap your hands and stomp your feet

Everybody join together

Can you feel the funky beat?

Everywhere you see people laughing and

Dancing in the street

On the count of three, everybody do

The Christopher Reeves

One, two, three, follow me (woo)

Good morning, Eminem or Marshall, as others have informed me

Christopher Reeves here

You had better not talk behind my back

Or I will kick your ass the minute I'm out of this chair

Watch yourself, Marshall

I'm watching you

Ah! Holy shit

Smoking trees, I'm ridin' 'round

Come to my side of town

Lately, it's been goin', goin' (look, uh)

Goin', goin', goin' down (look)

All of my niggas gon' ride with it

In the pocket, the rocket like Kelly mom

Mama told me the power was in the tongue

But it probably ain't powerful as a gun

All of you little cowards get devoured

I'm givin' out flowers to anyone

I ain't been out the house in a minute

'Cause I ain't with it if the money is miniature

I been mindin' my business, I'm business-mindin'

I been spendin' some time with the minister

'Cause them niggas spinnin' shit and still sinnin'

In the City of God and it's sinister

Try to pray and repent in a synagoguе

Or a mosque, a temple, a church

Thеm brown skin's seen many niggas hurtin'

And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly

RIP be on the shirt, search, lurk (down, down, down, down, do-do-do-)

Murk, squirt, dirt, first (48)

My nigga doin' four plus eight without a court date

Talked the other day, he say he doin' okay

He good, he gainin' weight, then got a sharp shank

He made, he say they played, they gotta partake

Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint

Eyes all red, full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place

East side niggas from the A, niggas all ages

Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage

All the OGs 'round town was our age

Danger, sex, and drugs, X and R-rated

(Danger, sex, and drugs, shit be outrageous)

But don't get this shit fucked up, my boy

Ya lucked up once then ya doubled up

I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it

Get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up

Cover up, bundle up, batter up (batter up)

Um, talk a lot of smack and now go back it up

Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up

I can put a pussy on the platter like a platypus

Nappy hair, nigga, hair natted up

I said, "Barbara," a nigga tatted up

I won't argue, nigga mad as fuck

'Cause I ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult

But niggas know it's goin' (down, down, down, do-do-do-)

If I run out of fuel, I won't

What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't

Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down) run out of fuel (do-do-do-)

That scares the fuck out of you

For a couple decades (brrt)

Been lettin' this TEC spray (brrt)

From that day that I met Dre (brrt)

So you liable to catch strays (brrt)

From the second you press play (what?)

I suggest they (what?)

Do not test like an essay (why?)

'Cause like when my homies out West, ay (yeah)

We can just say (what?)

I'm like a R-A-P-E-R (yeah)

Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (huh)

Wait, he didn't just spell the word

"Rapper" and leave out a P, did he? (Yep)

RIP, rest in peace, Biggie

And Pac, both of y'all should be living (yep)

But I ain't tryna beef with him (nope)

'Cause he might put a hit on me like, "Keefe D, get him"

And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (nah)

Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (yeah)

I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth gritting

Call me "Obesity" (why?)

You think it's over? Wait, it's just beginning

Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty (nah)

Used to be yay tall then I grew a little

Each day 'til I became God, like James Todd

Now your arms are too short to beat K-Rod (yeah)

Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (whoo)

My new Benz better than your truck by far

Bitch, suck my balls

You either smoke crack and you're playin' stickball in the street

'Cause you must be on base if you thinkin' you can touch my car (yeah)

But if the whole world was out to get you (what?)

It'd turn you to a powder keg too

Kyle Rittenhouse, spittin' rounds, used to TEC shoots (look out, like, "Brrt")

And that ain't no sound effect (whoo)

Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose

I don't condone gun violence at schools (nah)

But I can't get these voices out my head (hey, don't shoot)

They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup

Got the most content on the continent

And constant compliments give me confidence (I'ma)

Across the common sense and incompetence (uh)

Incognizant, the conflict's a consequence

Of accomplishments that conference through competition

If Kon coulda conked him into unconsciousness

Through conscious, I conjure this King Kong and just

Call me "Kamikaze," I'm concoctin' this (whoo, my bad)

Nobodies 16's are touching

These motherfuckin' index fingers fuckin' the Nina

Clutchin' the 9mm, tuckin' the heat

Got the toaster like an English muffin

No, I mean "toast to" like you drink to somethin'

But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust it

Fuck around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins

Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down

Coup de grâce then, right between the fuckin' eyes

Shoot 'em all in if you think you're fuckin' with me

You're gonna suffer the fuckin' repercussions

The reaper's comin' to heathen, I need it from me

I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishin'

If I run out of fuel, I won't

What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't

Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down) run out of fuel (do-do-do-)

That scares the fuck out of you

This rap shit divided by panty lines

Mm, which side are you on? (Pussy)

Social media got you fuckin' in pantomime

Damn, why that line so long? (Rookie)

I'm just caught up in the rapture, tryna be a rap star

I hope I make it out alive (alive)

I'm a master at masquerading and actin'

Like I ain't faded, only I can see through my disguise

I walk around more confused than my aunt Linda's man-friend

A black transgender Klan member who's a Caitlyn Jenner fan and a (what?)

Member of Grindr and Tinder

Head empty as an abandoned a– (yeah)

'Partment while I'm dancing a–

'Round all these names and labels that I can't memo– (what the fuck?)

'Rize, now my antennas are up on this PC shit, I'm finna

Go out on my shield like Captain A– (what?)

'Merica, transcender

I'm the god of façade (woo), give me a road rage reason

To black the fuck out and roll with the heathens

Road rage, vroom, vroom, vroom, and I'm speedin'

Fuck that red light, I'm tryna get even

Yeah, how could I say some shit so mean? (Damn)

They're tryna make my mouth closed like it's clothing (what?)

It's what it is though, but this is show biz, so things

Ain't never really truly over 'til Lizzo sings (like I won't say that)

We should coddle fat people (yeah), yeah

Here's a concept (what?), let's celebrate onset (yeah)

Diabetes and instead of us dieting, we can just have a pie-eating contest (delicious)

And we should be extra nice (what?) instead of honest (yeah)

And instead of exercise (what?), it's easier to find a triple-X your size

And try to press society to change so you don't have to change

Pick up a way to eat less, them fries make your blood pressure rise

As it starts increasin' all that starch and grease and clogged arteries and

These are the reasons for your heart disease and

Can't tie your shoes (why?), it's too hard to reach 'em (shit)

But the way things been (with what?) with today's thinking (yeah)

We should baby them (why?) instead of shaming them (oh)

But enabling can (yeah) do more harm than good, so call me Abe Lincoln

'Cause I'll be honest, I can flip in a blink and all I need is one little road rage reason

Yeah, blah, blah, blah, I'm the

I'm the god of façade, give me a road rage reason

To black the fuck out and roll with the heathens

Road rage, vroom, vroom, vroom, and I'm speedin'

Fuck that red light, I'm tryna get even

Yeah, all my obese people if you're fat, proud, and you know it (hey)

Raise your hand if you're shovin' food in your mouth at this moment (mmm)

But if you're mad 'cause they're clownin' you for poundin' them donuts (what?)

Put 'em down and either do somethin' about it or own it

Okay, here we go

Wait, what are you doin'?

Fuck's it look like I'm doin'? (What? Nah)

Dyin' our hair

No, stop, stop, ow

Shut the fuck up

You're never gonna–

I said, shut the fuck up

Trust me, I know what I'm doin'

Yeah, transgender rights, where do I stand? Oh (uh)

I'm all for 'em, I really am pro (nah, for real)

Intercourse with you (what?), would I have? No (nope)

I'm just bein' honest (yeah), now I'm an asshole (ho)

Call me a transphobe (really? Yeah) 'cause I just can't go (what?)

And try and pretend you was never a man though (sorry)

I mean, damn, bro (yeah), it's just the way I feel (uh)

But if I say it will (mm), it get me cancelled (yup, shit)

My music get banned (what?), or can it withstand? (No)

This shit is quicksand (help), man, I'm just sayin' (ha)

I gotta participate for us to co-exist?

I gotta memorize pronouns of a cis man? (Really?)

How come can't we just show solidarity with a wristband? (Or somethin' like that, you know?)

And this ain't even a diss, trans

People, my dick just won't expand

Them tits won't make it stand

But Caitlyn, big fan (no, wait)

Oh, you want me to fuckin' chill and tone this shit down, huh? (Yup)

That's Shady speaking his mind like it was his mouth, huh?

You wish he'd grow up and not be so juvenile, huh?

Cash Money Records, this shit's about to go south, huh?

You feelin' stupid now, huh?

Old Slim would've told 'em to put a lid on it like a toilet bowl rim

Hat with the low brim

I'm in the blue corner (what?), white trunks with the gold trim

They bet that I won't win (yup)

Guess you really showed them (ha)

Became the best and I made it (yeah) like Adult Swim

Yeah, but you pick on handicapped people with no limbs

Well then, fuck you, Chris Reeves, and the horse that he rode in

Bitch

Welp, we did it now

I know, right?

It's beautiful, ain't it?

Yeah, you happy now, bitch?

Yep

Alright, you got what you wanted

Yeah, what?

Let me go

Ha, never

Why does it feel like I'm always being tortured?

The bad apple spoils the whole orchard

Used to read comic books to learn more words

'Cause deep down, I'm a dork, just a core nerd

Meaning nerd to the core 'til I'm cornered

Then I'm the coroner

What shot is this? First, second, it's your third

Vision is more blurred, speech is more slurred

Can't even form words

It's like a dream up inside of a dream I'm trapped in

It's worse than I could've imagined, it's madness

Can't wake up, try my damnedest

But old habits are coming back

And now transgenders attack us frontwards and backwards

They laughin', throw midgets at us (ha)

This ain't no dream now, huh?

See what I mean now?

You see how they tryna make me out to be

Some kind of mean vile obscene, foul prick?

I kick one freestyle 'bout beating down a special

Needs child and these people freak out (Timmy)

Told you we'd get slaughtered for sayin', "Retarded"

Aw, Marshall's gaining a conscience (fuck you)

This may come as a shock or have you astonished, regardless

Here's the thing 'bout retarded people (What?)

They don't fucking know they're retarded

Well, okay, you wanna fat shame

Bitch, two can play that game (what?)

You wanna judge people? (Yeah)

Matter of fact

Ain't you the same one who hated bullies calling you bad names? (yep)

Then you turned around and did the exact same (so?)

Just immature and literally, you're still mentally 13

And still thirsty for some controversy

You still picking on Christopher Reeves

Yeah, but you're me and we're a team

So that means, we're in cahoots

That's conspiracy to commit murder lyrically

So clearly, you're the accessory like jewelry

You ain't the judge or the jury, you're just as guilty

You rip on paraplegics, man, seriously?

Oh, bitch, it's a joke

No, it's not, it's embarrassing (what?)

Like David Carradine found with a pair of jeans

At his ankles and belt 'round his larynx

I know, it's a scary scene

They're coming with everything

Little people are trolling me (ha)

They saying they've had it (what?) Up to here with me

Oh, hilarity (come on)

Nah, do your thing

Fuck deaf people, yeah

Well, between me and you

I think they've had it up to here with me too (what the fuck?)

Sorry I'm not perfect as you, Marshall

Punching down on little people (yeah)

Not cool (whoops)

You just sound like a dick

Wait, nah, fool (What?)

When I say, "Fuck midgets," I mean Ja Rule (oh)

And I know that Chris Reeves song was recorded in 2004 for Encore (yeah)

Fuck'd you take it off for?

'Cause he die

Man, that motherfucker did that bullshit on purpose to ruin the song for us (man)

Man, I never seen a bigger pussy than you

Bitch, look at all the shit the media's puttin' me through (what?)

'Cause of all the fuck shit that you pushed me to do (me?)

Should've knew when I found you

You were just too good to be true (hmm)

That's how we end up in these quagmires

You said you had my back, liar

But I helped you get your stacks higher (yeah)

That's diamond sales like sapphires

Rap buyers, admires pack lines of admirers

Now they say you lack ire

That's why your satire backfires (yeah)

Flat tires, no longer that guy you were prior to this

Yeah, and I scare you 'cause (why?)

I'm who you used to be (who?)

The you who didn't crumble under the scrutiny (wait, what?)

When it was you and me (yeah)

I gave you power to use me as an excuse to be evil (I know)

You created me to say everything

You didn't have the balls to say (yep)

What you were thinking but in a more diabolic way

You fed me pills and a bottle of alcohol a day (okay)

Made me too strong for you and lost control of me (you're right)

I took over you totally

You were socially awkward 'til you molded me (yeah)

You was a loner, a nobody

'Cause of me, you didn't take shit from nobody

Now look at you (what?)

Now you just a punk (man), little scaredy-cat (word)

Got you shook like Shakira's ass (yeah)

To look at your reflection staring back

Bitch (uh-huh), it's just a mirror, relax

Man, you're so full of shit, you need MiraLAX

Open your mouth and shit flies out, just lies

You thinkin' you can rip my ass, undo these zipties

You can just undo my feet and keep my hands tied

'Cause like an avalanche, I'd still win by a landside

Oh, you think so, bitch? Yeah, I know so

Okay, your hands and feet, I let 'em both go

Yeah, fuck now, ho, give me that gun, no, don't

Rear naked choke hold, let me go, yo

Here, take it, bozo (yeah)

Weird bait, you homo (you ready?)

No, don't shoot (here we go)

Bro, no, no

Now say you're sorry and you didn't mean any of it

I'm sorry Marshall's a pussy

He's Dre and Jimmy's puppet (what?)

Sorry he gives a fuck, but pretends he doesn't

God, you piece of shit, that does it (uh-oh, wait)

Yeah, bitch, this is for him (what?)

Christopher, MGK, Nick, and for Limp Bizkit and them

Midgets and Ben' (man, please) 'Zino, in addition to him

Will Smith and to Canibus, if you're listening

This is the end (okay, okay, I'll stop)

So to Jamar and Ja Rule and to all my feuds including ma (what?)

I'm welcoming you to my (no, no)

Last hoorah, I bid you goodbye (come on, man, don't do this)

Murder suicide killshot, booyaka, cocksucker

Coup de grâce, motherfucker

Oh, whoa, what the fuck?

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Yeah?

Paul

You're not gonna fucking believe this, bro

I had this dream, it was fucking crazy

It was like, the old me came back and the new me

And took over my brain and had me saying all this fucked up shit

About little people and Caitlyn Jenner and

PC police were chasing me

And fucking Gen Z was tryna kill me

And quadriplegics and Christopher Reeves

And I was saying all this fucked up shit

And I couldn't stop saying it

And then I wake, and it was like I was still dreaming

Fuck you

Wait

Doin' my best just to not blow my cover

Know it's all just a test, but I can't pass up this hunger

There's still a hole in my chest and I'm tryna strap it with numbers

All you hoes got your checks, but I'm a queen when I run up

Cross a king with my hunters, shootin' threes in abundance

Rookie Gs, I can thug us, he points to me, shut the fuck up

Annihilation's what we love, steady hittin', gettin' dodged

Just wait 'til we get the guns out

Kwarenta-singko na kalibre o nuwebe, 'kaw na bahala

Sa dinami-rami mong mali, utak mo lang may tama

Sa kitid mo mag-isip, pare, 'la ka man lang na banat

Naglalim-laliman, ang sarap mong ilublob sa dagat

'Di kailangang magpatunay sa sinuman na nakikinig

'Di masasalag ng sintido o ng iyong bibig

Picture this, I might be a hero to your little kid

Or a villain, either way, I'm the fuckin' head

I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow

Que hubole blanco, then get the bread pronto (uh-huh)

Yeah, I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow (yeah)

Que hubole blanco (uh), then get the bread pronto (look, I got)

Got loose strips, two grip, that's the shit I'm smooth with

I'm the new kid that these fathers can't fool with

Send my new slips as tighly than how these boots fit

I got that new drip, that drowned titanical cruise ships

Don't you dip and dabble too close

Just watch us from the distance, I don't fuck with all that glucose

You fall and need assistance, I could do the same, but who knows

I'd rather say, "Good riddance," Jack the Ripper rippin' paroles

Annihilate with persistence to try to say something different

But while today, I'm just spittin' to rhyme while makin' a livin'

But mama say that I'm different, she proud of how I do business

I'd kinda resemble Hitman that got away from the killin'

I'm the head honcho, money come from my flow

Que hubole blanco, then get the bread pronto

Yeah, I'm the head honcho, they call me the boss, though

You can call me Marshall, then get the bread pronto (yo)

You don't relate to me, guess you never been angry or sad (hm)

Or maybe just have never had to ever face adversity

Take any ass whippings, I basically had

To see some shit that'd make you faint like you're fakin' a jab (pussy)

Bitch, you wish you had a life like mine (yeah)

You just fantasize the shit you write, you guys like lying (yeah)

Everything you ever been through multiplied by nine (what?)

Ain't even half the shit I went through by the time I was five (like, what?)

Saw my uncle get stabbed, took a knife right in the abs (yeah)

And all he was tryna do was get my tricycle back, yeah

The one that Boogie, Malcolm and Isaac just jacked

After they jumped me and stomped me (boom) and hit me twice with a bat (ugh)

Was five and a half, second time I survived an attack

Two twins, they call themselves the bulldogs (hrr), white kids and fat

I was too frightened to scrap (ha), I didn't fight or hit back

And you wonder why is it that I treat a mic like a gat?

Fully loaded, but I pull it, a bullet from out a barrel the size (brr) of a derringer flies

That's how I would characterize lyrics

But America, I could see the fear in your eyes

You saw my terrible side, the blonde hair and blue eyes

Now, the writing is on the wall like graffiti still

If you're havin' trouble reading, will make it simple, he's Ezekiel

Easy name to remember (why?)

'Cause his rap name is the same as like ten minutes on stage is for me (oh), easy mill

Or should I say measly mill? (Haha)

Yeah, 'cause as sure as Ma used to feed me

Sleeping pills to keep me (yeah), sleepy still, it was creepy

'Cause indeed, she (what?) could've easily Casey Anthony'd me (yeah)

These rappers, I'm above 'em, but punchin' down ain't beneath me (nope)

Cold as the wind chill factor, but the fact is I don't know when to chill

But every time I come out, they expect me to fuckin' reinvent the wheel

Rappers get praised for spittin' bars with less than the tenth of skill

Imbecile on the ledge like a Benzo pill on a windowsill

Now cancelled ain't the word for me

You need a term that's probably stronger than dirty laundry (Hell)

This controversy got me in the worst of quandaries

Feel like the Earth's axis, the world's turnin' on me

Like them cops in Akron, Ohio with Jayland Walker

Ain't caught this much flak in a while (nah) since back as a child (damn)

And all I did was say like one thing bad then it spiraled

Saw you crackin' a smile (haha), then relapsed into my old ways

Back into vile (yup)

Guess there ain't no civilizin' a savage, and I don't (no)

Give a fuck if you hate me worse than each track on Revival (huh)

Bitch, I'm back like a spinal (yeah), get it crackin' like chiros

It's the coup de grâce, I'm cooler than removin' claws from a cougar's paws

And throwin' it back in the wild (fuck) but you tamin' me?

Ain't gonna happen and I'll live on planet denial (ha) for the rest of my life

But you be a stan 'til I die, though (ha)

Yo, Dre

Yeah

I'ma just lay back on this one

Let me apologize in advance (I like that)

Fuck it, forgive me (alright)

Fuck it, I don't mean to sound (you ready?) Arrogant (fuck it, yeah) but

Yeah, my head up in the sky again

But even that, my stacks are higher than

Money pile like Tony Stark's, that's how much I earn, man (damn)

Girl, my head is small, I feel incredible as the Hulk

Meaning I'm trying to smash

So come get in line like Santa and climb up inside my lap (come on)

While I devise a plan (kidnap)

Won't be talkin' about Purell (yeah) when Santa ties your hands

And I am an industrial-strength heightened brand

Frying pan

Rap is something that I've just had the skillet for some timing

I'm an artist who can draw a crowd like a diagram

Like drawing breath from your diaphragm

I've achieved every aspiration that I have had

Got a diamond plaque or two or three or four

But that don't change my attitude, I got a bad one

I got a bad one

She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum

You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond

I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now

I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one

She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum

You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond

I just Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now

I love all of my (yeah) records, but she said I got a bad one

One minute, you're here, next minute, you're gone, don't sit there and scoff

Lil' bitch, you can knock the shit about me being immature off

It isn't my fault, the liquor is often twisting my thoughts

You said you're looking for miniature golf

Thought you said looking for men to jerk off

Your mouth is a hole (what?), That means my dick is engulfed

Sick as a dog with croup cough (what?)

Biggie is gone and Tupac (yeah)

And I'm still alive and you not the woo, dog

So, who died and made you God? (Huh? Bitch)

Anything can set my mood off, attitude, I've always had one

My temper is like the bitch I just scooped up, I got a bad one

I got a bad one

She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum

You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond

I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now

I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one

She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum

You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond

I just Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now

I love all of my (yeah) records, but she said I got a bad one

This whole sub-genre with all these corny white rappers, I'm not a fan of it

It ain't my fault, but like sock puppets, I had a hand in it (oops)

This thousand bucks in my hand is just like what Candace did

When she turned her back on her own race 'cause I have abandoned it

One of the greatest who did it, look what I came up through

You never made it to the level that I made it to

So similar to a dinner table, I ate at you (sorry)

Haters, I made a few, but like when Three Stacks just plays the flute

I ain't got shit to say to you (nah)

And me offending you's nothing new (nah)

Fuck it, it's what I love to do

This is subterfuge, just to screw with you

And yeah, this much is true

This sounds like something that Puff would do

At the party with Aaron Hall

'Cause I just love to fuck with you (whoa)

A line of blush, foundation kit

'Cause it's you I make upset

Brain is dead, space cadet

Like when Ye forgets to take his meds

So when they get mad or angry at

A statement that I may have said

I just say, "Man, I didn't say that shit, Shady did"

'Cause all I do is write the rhymes and then

Wait for that beat to play, spit 'em

Trigger finger, make like a green beret

Like he would get a submachine to spray with 'em (brrt)

I should go back to those sleeping aids

Because I'm so stuck in my evil ways

Then I'm fucked either way

The people still seem to think they want the old me 'til they get him

Got 'em up in arms like monkey bars (yeah)

The fucking bomb with the puffy on

I'm blowing up for Kid Cudi's car

In front of his house where all his buddies are

Just another day at the office

But it seems like Marsh's fucking job is done

Mission accomplished, he pulled off his stunt

And pissed a billion people off at once (yeah)

But I gotta keep going Tyson on Kelly (what?)

I bodied him twice and already

That little motherfucker's back throwing subs (like what?)

Like a food fight at the deli

And that is why E got the attitude he got like Liza Minnelli

My male ego is the size of the belly on Jelly Roll

And bitch, I got a bad one

I got a bad one

She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum

You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond

I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now

I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one

She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum

You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond

I just Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now

I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one