XRated_R_EmoX

ook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
          	But I'm only going to get this one chance
          	(Six minutes, six minutes)
          	Something's wrong, I can feel it
          	(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
          	Just a feeling I've got
          	Like something's about to happen
          	But I don't know what
          	If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble
          	Big trouble. And if he is as bananas as you say
          	I'm not taking any chances
          	You were just what the doctor ordered
          	
          	[Chorus:]
          	I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
          	All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
          	Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
          	They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot
          	
          	[Verse 1:]
          	But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
          	I got a laptop in my back pocket
          	My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
          	Got a fat knot from that rap profit
          	Made a living and a killing off it
          	Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
          	With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack
          	I'm an MC still as honest
          	But as rude and as indecent as all hell
          	Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
          	This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop
          	You don't really wanna get into a pissing match
          	With this rappity-rap
          	Packing a mack in the back of the Ac
          	backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
          	and at the exact same time
          	I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
          	I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
          	Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
          	Only realized it was ironic
          	I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
          	How could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombs
          	Feel my wrath of attack
          	Rappers are having a rough time period
          	Here's a Maxi-Pad
          	It's actually disastrously bad
          	For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah
          	
          	[Chorus:]
          	'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
          	All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
          	Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

XRated_R_EmoX

ook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
          But I'm only going to get this one chance
          (Six minutes, six minutes)
          Something's wrong, I can feel it
          (Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
          Just a feeling I've got
          Like something's about to happen
          But I don't know what
          If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble
          Big trouble. And if he is as bananas as you say
          I'm not taking any chances
          You were just what the doctor ordered
          
          [Chorus:]
          I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
          All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
          Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
          They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot
          
          [Verse 1:]
          But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
          I got a laptop in my back pocket
          My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
          Got a fat knot from that rap profit
          Made a living and a killing off it
          Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
          With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack
          I'm an MC still as honest
          But as rude and as indecent as all hell
          Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
          This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop
          You don't really wanna get into a pissing match
          With this rappity-rap
          Packing a mack in the back of the Ac
          backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
          and at the exact same time
          I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
          I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
          Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
          Only realized it was ironic
          I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
          How could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombs
          Feel my wrath of attack
          Rappers are having a rough time period
          Here's a Maxi-Pad
          It's actually disastrously bad
          For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah
          
          [Chorus:]
          'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
          All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
          Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

XRated_R_EmoX

You left me here like a chalk outline
          On the sidewalk waiting for the rain
          To wash away
          (Wash away)
          You keep coming back to the scene of the crime
          But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway
          All you left behind
          Is a chalk outline
          All you left behind
          Is a chalk outline