[Intro: Eminem]

The devil came to Michigan

[Verse 1: Eminem]

With balls in his durag, he sags, fearin' no man

He stands, pen in his hand like Edward Scissorhands

Will slice his competition and just goes about his business

Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig

Shenanigans, and all his wacky antics in the papers

Shady's danglin' a baby tangled in a blanket, stranglin'

Him, hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit

Hailie's name, I'm changin' it to Handkerchief

If I don't stay a step ahead of Michael, I go psycho

He's like an alter ego, so wherever he goes, I go

Ain't afraid to take it there, babies layin' naked there

Runnin' around everywhere, wearin' nothing but underwear

Yeah, I'm back more benevolent than I've ever been

Little boy's eleven who never been to the Netherlands

How'd you like to come and spend a day with Marshall Mathers

Share some cotton candy, ice cream and some caramel apples

Inside a carnival atmos-phere, yeah

I'm here, there, I'm everywhere, bleh

Never thought I'd see the day I get so famous I go schizo

But it's o-fficial, meet my new alias, his name is—

[Chorus: Eminem & Traci Nelson]

Marshall!

He's the Antichrist

He will slice and dice

Children

His name is Marshall!

He's the Antichrist

He will slice and dice

Children

[Post-Chorus: Eminem & Traci Nelson]

My brother said my mother left my father (Father, father)

My sister said my mother left my dad (Dad, dad)

Now we all have a brand new stepfather (Father, father)

Who touches me at night when I'm in bed (Bed, bed)

[Verse 2: Eminem]

It's winter, as I enter the daycare center

In a disguise, mustache, some fake hair and a

Three piece suit, ready set to take care of business

Suddenly, I spot little Jake, bear witness

As I move in for the kill, take a pair of scissors

To his throat, I'll cut him like steak, hey, Mrs

Waltz, if one false move you make there, this is it

Class, get a last look at Jake, here, kiss his

Ass goodbye, mwah, runnin' down the hall

Flippin' the fuckin' principal off while I pass him by

Take him home, pull his pants to his thigh

[Fuck] him in his ass like Joe Jacks did to the Jackson 5

Die, little bastard, die

Tape his mouth to shut him up, I can't stand for little brats to cry

Cut him up, he slices and dices, the Antichrist is

The anthem, get your damn hands up

[Chorus: Eminem & Traci Nelson]

Mich- I mean Marshall!

He's the Antichrist

He will slice and dice

Children

His name is Marshall!

He's the Antichrist

He will slice and dice

Children

[Post-Chorus: Eminem & Traci Nelson]

My brother said my mother left my father

My sister said my mother left my dad

Now we all have a brand new stepfather

Who touches me at night when I'm in bed

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Why can't I slice and dice kids like the Antichrist?

I wish I may, or as I might

I tend to rant and go off on a little bit of a tangent

[Fuck] a little kid in the ass until his pants split

'Til he can't sit, I know the thought's a little rancid

But that's what these little rugrats get for dancin'

And prancin' around in them Spider-Man pajamas

And that's what the cameras outside the master bedroom are for

You sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the floor

"How come my dad never calls me anymore?"

Because he left, brat, now I'm your new stepdad

You better accept that

So you want the race car bed or the Hello Kitty comforter?

Either one of them, I'm gonna end up snuggled up with you

I'm the motherfuckin' uh, Antichrist

I'm kidding, it's a joke, sike!

[Outro: Eminem & Bizarre]

(Shady, Shady, Shady, Shady)

Get it? Like- (Not... not cool, man)

No, it's- (Not cool)

No, like the devil? Like- (Nah, nah)

Like Shady? Haha, like- (I don't get it, I don't get it)

Come on, it's funny, right? (Nah)

Oh, but Bizarre can say it (Dawg)

What?

(Dawg, I might fuck a Pitbull in his ass, or rape my grandmother, but Goddamn)

But it's a joke! (Mm-mm)

It's a joke (Yeah right)