[Intro: Eminem]

Ayo, I know it’s been a minute, but we're back

It’s the return of the Dozen motherfuckers, let's go!

[Chorus: Eminem]

Fame

I think it’s got me goin' crazy, oh—oh—oh

I'm gettin' lost in this game

I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, whoa—oh—oh

Keep speakin' my name

And then we'll have reason to hate me, ye—eh—eah

It's like you don't want me to win

So this time I’m goin' in

[Verse 1: Swifty]

This the life of a rocker, Jägermeister and vodka

Hopping off of the club's balcony into the crowd, surfing

And when they drop me I’m randomly socking fans

Doin' my interviews in hockey masks, slapped a journalist on her ass

I’m high off speed, driving my car at high speed

Pocket full of weed while lesbians swallow E

I'm in the studio ign'ant, my engineer gon’ call police

I feel asleep on the sound board, ain't did a song for weeks (What?)

LSD be all up in my head, giving thanks for Grateful Dead

Bussing in the air with 30 bitches up in my bed

I’m kickin’ 'em out naked and it's December

Niggas ask me why I did it, but fuck it, I can’t remember

[Chorus: Eminem]

Fame

I think it’s got me goin' crazy, oh—oh—oh

I'm gettin' lost in this game

I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, whoa—oh—oh

Keep speakin' my name

And then we'll have reason to hate me, ye—eh—eah

It's like you don't want me to win

So this time I’m goin' in

[Verse 2: Kuniva]

Them boys are wylin’, drinkin’, cussin’ and hyper smilin’

Been ridin’ for days, tour bus look like Rikers Island

Henny, Jack Daniels, spray paintin' a die hard fan

Little Cocker Spaniel fresh outta the damn zoo

Man, you better be cautious, I’m backstage

Livin' it up with a couple of sluts feeling nauseous

From drinkin', it’s been a couple of days since I’ve slept

My dick is sore from fuckin', when I bust there’s nothing left, just dust

Back on the stage, gimme my microphone

Scrapping with the audience while we perform hyper songs

Our label presented us with a plaque

Brought it on stage and bash it to pieces with aluminium bats, thanks!

Now which one of you bitches down for the cause?

Yeah, I said my dick is sore, but I ain't say shit about my balls

(Last call) Then we off to the next city

Whatever I didn’t drink on my rider, bag it up and take the rest with me

[Chorus: Eminem]

Fame

I think it’s got me goin' crazy, oh—oh—oh

I'm gettin' lost in this game

I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, whoa—oh—oh

Keep speakin' my name

And then we'll have reason to hate me, ye—eh—eah

It's like you don't want me to win

So this time I’m goin' in

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Yeah, this game has got me goin' crazy

Fuck it, I am crazy, what's new?

What kind of fuckin' glue you think I’d be if I was glue?

We lost Proof, he was our group's glue but where was you

When we were falling apart? You were shittin' on us too

But no one but us knew we were beefing 'cause that's what happens

When you beef with crew, it stays in your crew 'cause it's just crew

But we're back now, yeah, we took our time but in one crew

Only thing we're in a hurry for now is to rush you

And we're back to say shit you don't got the guts or the nuts to

Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, fuck you

Achoo, bless you, I’m allergic to pussy

Sluts too, yeah, you think you’re the shit 'til we flush you

Had some bullshit to readjust to

Now there's just a few of us left, but it’d be unjust to rob us our just due

So rest in peace to Bugz and Proof, this one's for you homies, we love you

But we can’t stop now, we done had too much of our blood drew from this...

[Chorus: Eminem]

Fame

I think it’s got me goin' crazy, oh—oh—oh

I'm gettin' lost in this game

I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, whoa—oh—oh

Keep speakin' my name

And then we'll have reason to hate me, ye—eh—eah

It's like you don't want me to win

So this time I’m goin' in

[Outro: DJ Young Mase]

It's the Return of the Dozen Volume Number Two. I go by the name of DJ Young Mase. Welcome back. Swifty McVay, Kon Artis, Kuniva, Bizarre, Marshall Mathers, Big Proof the mayor forever, and Fuzz Scoota. Let's go!

[Sample: Gunnery Sergeant Hartman (R. Lee Ermey)]

"You little scumbag! I got your name! I got your ass! You will not laugh! You will not cry! Now get up! Get on your feet!"