[Intro: Eminem]

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

[Verse 1: Eminem]

Yeah, my head up in the sky again (Woo)

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 swole, I feel incredible as the Hulk

Meaning I'm trying to smash (Haha, woo)

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 (Haha)

And I am an industrial-strength high-end brand frying pan

Rap is something that I've just had the skill at for some time, and am

An artist who can draw a crowd like a diagram (Yeah)

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

[Chorus: White Gold, White Gold & Eminem, Eminem]

Ayy, 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 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 (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Eminem]

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 (Yeah)

Thought you said, "Looking for men to jerk off" (Haha)

Your mouth is a hole (What?), that means my dick is engulfed

Sick as a dog with croup cough (What?)

Biggie is gone and 2Pac (Yeah)

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

So who died and made you God? (Fuck, bitch)

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

My temper's like the bitch I just scooped up

[Chorus: White Gold, White Gold & Eminem, Eminem]

Ayy, 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 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

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Yeah, this whole subgenre with all these corny white rappers, I'm not a fan of it (You suck)

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

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 a party with Aaron Hall 'cause I just love to fuck with you (Woah)

Eyeliner, 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

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 that they want the old me 'til they get him

Got 'em up in arms like monkey bars

The fucking bomb, word to Puffy, I'm

I'm blowing up like 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

[Chorus: White Gold, White Gold & Eminem]

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 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