[Verse 1: Eminem]

Yo, weed lacer, 97 burgundy Blazer

Wanted for burglary, had to ditch the Mercury Tracer

I’m on some loced shit, some fed up with the bein’ broke shit

I’m not to joke with, bitch I don’t sell crack, I smoke it

Havin' a coke fit, goin' through withdrawals daily

Shoot up with mescaline in front of my baby daughter Hailie

My brain’s dusted, I’m disgusted at all my habits

Too many aspirin tablets, empty medicine cabinets

Losin' battles to wack rappers cause I’m always too blunted

Walkin’ up in the cypher smokin’, talkin’ about “Who want it?”

Thug and a crook; every drug in the book I’ve done it

My 9’s at your brain, is that you chain? run it

Crews die from an overdosage of excessive flavor

Aggressive nature got me stickin’ you for your Progressive pager

Spectacular, battle rap manufacturer

Stole your momma’s Acura, wrecked it, and sold it back to her

Boostin’ Nike jackets, escaped from psychiatrics

Told the nurse to save my bed for me, I might be back, trick

So barricade your entrance, put up some extra fences

A woman beater, wanted for repeated sex offenses

Chasin’ dips, take ‘em on long vacation trips

Kidnappin’ ‘em and trappin’ ‘em in abusive relationships

Mess up your face and lips, slit your stomach and watch your gut split

Gut you with that razor that I use to shave my nuts with

Mama, don’t you cry, your son is too far gone

I’m so high, I don’t even know what label I’m on

I’m messed up, I feel just like an overworked plumber

I’m sick of the crap, what’s Jack Kevorkian’s phone number?