[Produced by Mr. Porter & Jeff Bass]

[Intro]

Aw, yeah (It's like this, like this)

It's Eminem, baby

Back up in that motherfuckin' ass

('Til forever, 'til forever)

One time for your motherfuckin' mind (For MCs, MCs)

We represent the 313—you know what I’m sayin'?

Yo, they don’t know shit about this, for the '96

[Verse 1]

Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction

To get your brain relaxin', the zany actin' maniac in action

A brainiac, in fact, son, you mainly lack attraction

You look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks runs

My rhymin' skills got you climbin' hills

I travel through your mind and chill your spine like siren drills

I'm slimin' grills of roaches with spray that disinfects

And twistin' necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects

Put this in decks and check the monologue, turn your system up

Twist 'em up and indulge in the marijuana smog

This is the season for noise pollution contamination

Examination of more car-tunes than animation

My lamination of nar-er-ration, hits a snare and bass

On a track for duck rapper interrogation

When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be starin' gazin'

I turn the stage into a barren wasteland

I'm infinite

[Chorus]

You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it

I went to it, servin' a sentence for murderin' instruments

Now I'm tryin' to repent from it, but when I hear the beat

I'm tempted to make another attempt at it

I'm infinite

[Verse 2]

Bust it, I let the beat commence

So I can beat the sense in your elite defense

I got some meat to mince

Some fruit to stomp, and then two feet to rinse

I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans

I foil plans and leave fluids leakin' like oil pans

My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal

One thought in my cerebral is deeper than a jeep-full of people

MCs are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium

Battle a band of phony MCs and stand the lonely one

Imitator intimidator, stimulator

Simulator of data, eliminator

There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus

Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases

My thesis'll smash a stereo to pieces

My acappella releases classic masterpieces, through telekinesis

It eases you mentally, gently

Sentimentally, instrumentally

With entity, dementedly meant to be infinite

[Chorus]

You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it

I went to it, servin' a sentence for murderin' instruments

Now I'm tryin' to repent from it, but when I hear the beat

I'm tempted to make another attempt at it

I'm infinite

[Verse 3]

Man, I got evidence, I'm never dense

And I've been clever ever since

My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the MO

So I'm assumin' all responsibility

'Cause there's a monster real in me that always wants to kill MCs

Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler

Here to make a mess of a lyric-smugglin' embezzler

No one is specialer, my skill is intergalactical

I get cynical, act a fool then I send a crew back to school

I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical

I'd rather let a tactical, tactful track tickle your fancy

In fact, I can't see, or can't imagine

A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratchin'

So this is for my family, the kid who had a cameo

On my last jam plus the man who never had a plan B

Be all you can be

‘Cause once you make an instant hit, I'm tensed a bit

And tempted when I see the sins my friends commit

I'm infinite

[Chorus]

You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it

I went to it, servin' a sentence for murderin' instruments

Now I'm tryin' to repent from it, but when I hear the beat

I'm tempted to make another attempt at it

I'm infinite

You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it

I went to it, servin' a sentence for murderin' instruments

Now I'm tryin' to repent from it, but when I hear the beat

I'm tempted to make another attempt at it

I'm infinite

[Outro: Mr. Porter]

'95 ('95), '96 ('96)

And on, and on, and on, and on (And on)