Ooww Ladies and gentlemen
The moment you've all been waiting for..
In this corner: weighing 175 pounds,

With a record of 17 rapes, 400 $$#aults, and 4 murders,
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world:
Slim Shady!


Chorus:


So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
O-oh o-oh, (*##$es hopping in my Tahoe

Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes
Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I notice there's so many of em

And there's really not that many of us.
Ladies love us and my posse's kicking up dust.
It's on till the break of dawn

And we're starting this party from dusk

OK...let's go

Back wit Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk
Fix your musk, you'll just be another one bit the dust
Just one of my mothers son who got thrown under the bus

Kiss my butt. Lick the fumunda 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 n haters get mushed.

(*##$es lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut.
Fist the cup. The lady gave her eighty some paper cut.
Now picture us. it's ridiculous you curse at the thought

Cause when I spit the verse the sh-t
Gets worse then Worcestershire sauce
If I could fit the words as 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 here's the signal
Of the bat symbol. The platinum trio's back on you hoes.


Chorus:

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle

Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
O-oh o-oh, (*##$es hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes

Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I notice there's so many of em
And there's really not that many of us.

Ladies love us and my posse's kicking up dust.
It's on till the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk


Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
Dr.Dre

They see that low rider go by they're, like Oh my!
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick cause I know why.
I dip through in that six trey like sick em Dre.

I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they're sick of me.
But hey, what else can I say? I love LA.
Cause over and above all, it's just another day

And this one begins where the last one ends.
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again.
I'll be dammed, just f*cked around and crashed my Benz.

Driving around with a smashed front end
Lets cash that one in.
Grab another one from out the stable

The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado
The hell if I know.
Do I want leather seats or vinyl?

Decisions, decisions
Garage looks like Precision Collision.
Or Maaco beats quake like Waco

Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though

Chorus:


So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
O-oh o-oh, (*##$es hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes

Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I notice there's so many of em
And there's really not that many of us.
Ladies love us and my posse's kicking up dust.
It's on till the break of dawn

And we're starting this party from dusk

And I take great pleasure in introducing: 50 Cent
50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle

The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into it's simple
We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
I'm the napalm the bomb the don I'm King Kong
Get rolled on wrapped up and reigned on

I'm so calm through Vietnam ring the alarm
Bring the shaun dawn burn marajaun do what you want
^!$$% on and on till the break of what
Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a $#&@
I spend it like it don't mean nothing
Blow it like it's supposed to be blown

Mother $#&@er I'm grown
I stunt I style I flash the %#@!
I gets what the $#&@ I want so what I trick
Fat $$# burgundy bags classy %#@! Jimmy Choos shoes
I say move a (*##$ move

Chorus:


So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
O-oh o-oh, (*##$es hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes
Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I notice there's so many of em

And there's really not that many of us.
Ladies love us and my posse's kicking up dust.
It's on till the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk