(Eminem)
Ay, yo
This next song, is a true story

(Come here, (*##$!)

Cause some things in this universe, don't make sense

But somehow always seem to $#&@in' work

VERSE ONE - Eminem

Driving down I-75, about to hop on 696
I look over, this $#&@ing chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm like (*##$?
You ain't a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up your visor

I'm getting kinda ticked, you're blocking my side mirror
She's like yeah? so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho

I look like your husband !@#%? That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll $#&@ you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates

No (*##$ rides shotgun, what? Taxi?
Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up?
Is that what you actually ask me?

(smack)
(*##$ reaches over and smacks me
And says I annoy the $#&@ outta her

Get in the $#&@ing back, put on your !@#% powder
You !@#%, what? Shut the $#&@ up now, or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her

And she heard me spreading age rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump

In that...till I snap back in that accent
Cause she kept asking me to stop callin' her CUNT
I SAID THAT CUNT


HOOK - Eminem
She said, Marshall you ain't really like that, oh oh oh

Your putting on a show, where's your mic at?
Cause you're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart
x2


VERSE TWO - Royce
Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto

While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of (*##$es lookin' at a ^!$$%, cheesin'

I get approached by this little skeeser
She asked me if I'm the real G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in your man's face

Like Cam did that kid on Killa Season
She said I'm feeling a bit of ego
Wait, am I talking wrong?

I said nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song.
She said I'm mad at you, I said why?
She said why you never make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?





I said I make songs for me, leave the studio
And go and $#&@ the (*##$ who belongs to makin' songs for you
She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?

I said, eh, you just used the word swagger so NO

(hook)


VERSE THREE - Eminem
We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I'm $#&@ing hunchback

Where the $#&@'s this party at !@#%bag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? $#&@ that, I'm tryina' ...?....finest love shack
Or somewhere to $#&@ at, eh? Don't touch that

You fat !@(), I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad
Don't act like you don't like em', them accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we find this place, yeah that's right

Thought it was just past this light, past Van !#!&
Better hit that map right, read them directions
Oh yeah you can't read, and you can't write

Told me that last night, she took my CD out the deck
Snapped in half like, Relapse sucked
I snapped, hit the gas like, blew through the light
Spun out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the back

We jackknifed, (*##$ flew out of the car
I laughed like, she deserved it
She didn't think I'd act like that in person

(Yo, Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club!)


VERSE FOUR - Royce
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this cat fight
Between my mistress and my damn wife
Then a chick wanted a hug, but she was fat

So I gave her that and told her to scat
I'm not mean, I'm cute
On my way to the front door, taking the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a lace front
Lookin' like Venus and Serena's hooves

I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got horse $$#es, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted back to this %#@!
I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and smack the mistress
Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil twin

He gives me an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this %#@!!"
He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat (*##$ he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"

(hook)