[Featuring Frogg]

Intro Frogg:

Whoa a get your hands in the air and get to clappin 'em

and like back and forth bacause ah this is what you thought it

wasn't. It be's the brothers representin the dirty dozen.

I be the F R O and double G *coughing in background*

And check out the man he goes by the name of er...

Verse 1 Eminem (Frogg):

Slim Shady

Brain dead like Jan Brady

I'm a M80

You little like that Kim lady

I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty writin rhymer

Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer

You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from

You ain't gonna sell two copies if you pressed a double album

Admit it, fuck it, I'll be comin out in the open

I'm doin acid, crack, smack, hocus smokin dope then

My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)

I have a disease and they don't know what to call it

Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash

Bought a ticket to your concert to come and whip your ass

Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin

You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson

The proof is in the pudding just ask the Shawn Holman

I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman

Chorus:

So when you see me on your block with two glocks

Screamin fuck the world like Tupac, I just don't give a fuck

Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mack

And tellin your boys that I'm on crack, I just don't give a fuck

So, put my tape back on the rack

Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack,I just don't give a fuck

But see me on the street and duck,

Cause you gon get stuck, stoned, and stuffed

Cause I just don't give a fuck

Verse 2 Eminem, (Frogg):

I'm nicer than P, but I'm on a search to crush your milkbone

I'm everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone

I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason

I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin

Flavor with known seasonin, this is the sneak preview

I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review

I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals

This is lyrical combat, gentleman hold your pistols

But I form like Voltran and blast you with my soda missles

Slim Shady, Eminem is my old initials (Bye-bye)

Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion

Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion

Illunious, zanious, spontaneous, sporatic

Impulsive thinker, impulsive drinker, addict

Half animal, half man

Dumpin your dead body inside of a fucking trash can

With more holes than an afghan

Chorus

Verse 3 Eminem:

Somebody let me out this limousine, I'm a caged demon

On stage screamin like Rage Against The Machine

I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin

Clinically braindead, I don't need a second opinion

Fuck droppin a jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure

I'll bite your motherfuckin style just to make it fresher

I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches

Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes

In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush

Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush

Then I went to Jim Beam that's when my face strayed

Went to gym in eighth grade raped the womens swim team

Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian

Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again

I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median

Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in

Chorus

Outro Eminem:

Hey, fuck that!

Outsidaz

Pace One

Young Zee