[Intro: DJ Green Lantern, Eminem]

Fucker

Yeah! Oh, shit

It's the evil genius, Green Lantern!

Yeah, ayo, Em (Haha)

What we call this shit right here? (The Invasion!)

You have Part One, you got Part Two

Now it's Part three!

The final chapter, motherfuckers!

Armaggedon! Let's go!

[Verse 1: Eminem]

I got a riddle: what's little and talks big

With midget arms and creamy white fillin' in the middle

That'll do anything to throw dirt on my name

If it means walkin' the whole Mediterranean?

Is it an Albanian, Armenian, Iranian

Tasmanian? No! It's Dave, Raymond and, oh

Osorio, so sorry, woah

But that was a long time ago

When I was just Joe Shmoe rappin' in Joe Blows' basement

I apologized for it befo', so

Either accept it or you don't, and let's move on

If I ain't shown that I've grown and get the bone

Keep lickin' these nuts, you industry mutts

Keep walkin' around sniffin' each others' butts

Or should I say asses? What would be the more politically

Correct term to use for the masses?

[Interlude: Lloyd Banks, Eminem]

Hold on, hold on, hold up, New York City, man

It's the kid, Lloyd Banks

And if you hearin' what I'm hearin' right now

You know this ain't no regular shit, homie

This somethin' special, and we gotta bring this back

Green, come on

Countdown to Armaggedon! Let's go!

[Verse 2: Eminem]

I got a riddle: what's little and talks big

With midget arms and creamy white fillin' in the middle

That'll do anything to throw dirt on my name

If it means walkin' the whole Mediterranean?

Is it an Albanian, Armenian, Iranian

Tasmanian? No! It's Dave, Raymond and, oh

Osorio, so sorry, woah

But that was a long time ago

When I was just Joe Shmoe rappin' in Joe Blows' basement

I apologized for it befo', so

Either accept it or you don't, and let's move on

If I ain't shown that I've grown and get the bone

Keep lickin' these nuts, you industry mutts

Keep walkin' around sniffin' each others' butts

Or should I say asses? What would be the more politically

Correct term to use for the masses?

The question I ask is: how can I explain this?

How can I swing this in English language

If I switch to slang and turn man to mayn

Do I do it in vain or simply to entertain?

Am I being real, or am I being fake?

Am I just a fraud, or am I truly genuine?

Or am I caught up in this hot water?

Wody on my daughter, I told ya, I love this culture

Don't let em' insult ya, I'ma tell ya one more 'gain

This is the environment that I was brought up in

But every now and then

I use my pen to get rid of some frustration

Or should I say shun?

Is it just another one of my subliminal ways of racism, huh?

Your face is numb, you're stunned, your look is cold

Like that of a man of seventy-some-years-old

And it only gets colder, which Is why I understand

And can't be mad at a forty-four-year-old fan

With a chip on his shoulder, who only owns a half

Of a magazine and the only way to have it seen

Is to put me on the front of it again

Only thing that makes him grin is to see me frown

Papa can't stand me

Papa needs to take his medication and sit the fuck down

In his new chair that goes round and round

That he bought from new money in his bank account

That I get him every issue when the thang comes out

Sit back, and let his puffy clown hair come out

And let his black side arm wrestle his white side

Yell "Apartheid" loud enough that he might slide

He might find someone dumb enough who might ride

But ain't nobody over here buyin' two white guys

Disguised as pro-black, there is no slack

For A Harvard college grad in a fitted hat and a hunch back

Standin' by the clearance coat rack

In some old slacks and some RSO throwbacks, yeah

[Outro: Eminem]

Shady in the place to be, see

And it takes what I got to rock the mic, right!

Still not gonna cater to these punks

Fuckin' cocksuckin' pussy lips haters dicks cunts!