[Eminem]   Naw   We ain't done   I love bein’ hated, it's great it   Let's me know that I made it   I wouldn't have it no other way   I wouldn't trade it for the world   Only lets me know that I’m loved   By so many other motherfuckers   That hate you in this buzz   You keep fuckin’ with us   We keep fuckin’ you up   And keep pullin’ the rug from up under you   And what's even more fucked up   Is we enjoy what were doin’ so much   There ain’t nothin’ that we love more   Than pullin’ your skirts up   And exposin’ you hoes so much   People are startin’ to wonder   What’s up with the fuckin’   Wonder Woman underoos?   Do onto others as you will have done onto you   So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to?   When someone runs up with a mask   And puts a gun to you   You will ask yourself how come your mans   Didn't enter the last round that he had   In Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chance   You keep askin’ us to keep it on wax, but we can’t   This is past any rationalization   We have captured national media attention   Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension   Start buildin’ soon as we enter the 106 and Park Building   Someone's gonna get killed   And I swear to God if someone so much as even   Touches one of my people I'll put a million on his head   And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it   But I rather rap than get into this gangster shit   And it ain’t because I'm a bitch   It's cause I ain’t a bitch   I don't endanger people that I'm with   I'm a general   I ain’t Bush   I don't send my soldiers to war if I ain’t there   In the middle of this shit with em   So when I do get em   Orders to storm your head quarters   You be fuckin’ with a      [Swifty]   A beat keeper, so you ain't eager   To greet this lyrical meat cleaver   That'll eat ya, niggers wanna keep speakin’   Like it ain't even that deep   I got heat that'll sweep a nigger’s streets   So ya wouldn't fuck with me neither   Only heaven can help ya   I be searchin’ for ya longer   Than The Legend of Zelda   Without a failure   It's gonna be Hell to tell the   Captain that a basset hound   Couldn't even smell ya   Body wanna hide ya   I'll be on that mob shit   You another hopper   Under the Renaissance, bitch   You get bombed like Lebanon with   On tactic   I'll snatch your head like one Saddam's men      [Obie Trice]   Motherfucker, I'll handle you   We can have it out on any avenue   An Average Man, flipped into an animal   Shoot out ya mandibles   Cannons and ammunition reload   With precision, nigger know the mechanicals   Break the pistol down you should see them handles   The streets taught the child no read up manuals   Pushin’ crack valves, young Nino Brown   Chasin’ green is the dream   When you're young and brown   Bound to be a problem child   Look what I'm involved in now   A Dozen Dirty niggers and they all get down   I'll solve any problem that enlarge   When I was on revolvers   We all get down      [Kuniva]   While you punchin' and tacklin' punks   I'm handlin' chumps, packin' the pump   That's longer than the elephant's trunk   On the streets I'm the beast, I'll feast   Upon the weak, so speak beef    I'll shoot you and scream   Increase the peace   The monster, pistol packin'   Pushin' niggers off they Hondas   Stomp ya, get it crackin'   Yankin' bitches for they Ganja   Sneaky as fuck   I don't think mamma beat me enough   When she was sleepin’ and stuff   I was stealin’ the keys to the truck   Shut the fuck up   Before you end up dead in the dump truck   Or in the streets takin’ a nap   Bleedin’ and locked up   You want what?   Like M Bleak with this heat   If your ten deep, then fuck   It'll be ten asleep      [Proof]   Don't mess with my alasnke   Don't tussle with my aspe   Clutch your burner   Bust it and watch your man bleed   We ferocious, toast, don't host us   Approach us   Through heat straight from the shoulders   We the soldiers, you're the youngster's    Youngster’s among   Aren't ya dead in the dumpster?   Say to the monster head full of drama   You scared of the trauma   Vomit to monster   (Woof!) I'm back nigger   (Poof) I reappear   Shoot like, you ain't seein’ clear   Blackness, carcass, cover with catfish   We mercers with no purpose   Other than practice      [Bizarre]   Theirs three things I hate   Liars, fakes, and cheaters   Alcohol, and sluts, and fuckin’ wife beaters   I guess that describes my life   I don't even know whose song this is   Bitch, Bizarre don't give a fuck   About no Hip-Hop   At my release party   In a pink tank top in Reebok's   This Ja Rule beef, I’m not gettin’ in   I need an R&B singer   To sing at my weddin’ (Say yeah)   I'll turn your face into a fuckin' meat patty   I'll fuck your mommy   And go fishin’ with your granny   I'll shit on you   I'll pee on R Kelly too   This is Bizarre   See you in Devil’s Night 2