Ooww Ladies and gentlemen
The moment you've all been waiting for ..
In this corner: weighing 175 pounds,
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders,
The undisputed, most diabolic villain in the world:
Slim Shady!

(Chorus: Eminem)
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of em
and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posses kicking up dust
It's on till the break of dawn
and we're starting this party from dusk

Ok .. let's go

(Eminem:)
Back when Andre, The Giant, Mr Elephant Tusk
Fix your musk, you'll just be another one bit the dust
Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt, lick from under cheese from under my nuts
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
Its a must I redeem my name 'n haters get mushed
Bitches lust, man they love me when I lay in the cut
Fist the cut, the lady give her eighty some paper cut
Now picture us, it's ridiculous she curse at the thought
Cuz when I spit the verse the shit gets worse the worse cuz your soft
If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room
I venture to say with the center of attention its true
Not to mention back with avengeance so heres the signal
Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes

(Chorus: Eminem)
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of em
and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posses kicking up dust
It's on till the break of dawn
and we're starting this party from dusk

Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre

(Dr. Dre)
They see that low rider go by, they like Oh my!
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick cuz I know why
I dip through in that six trey like sick em Dre
Im an itch that they cant scratch, they're sick of me
But hey, what else can I say? I love LA
Cuz over and above all, its just another day
And this one begins where the last one ends
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again
I'll be dammed, just fucked around and crashed my Benz
Driving around with a smashed front end
Lets cash that one in
Grab another one from out the stable
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Derado
The hell if I know
Do I want leather seats or vinyl?
Decisions, decisions
Garage looks like precision collision
Or maico beats quake like Waco
Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though

(Chorus: Eminem)
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of em
and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posses kicking up dust
It's on till the break of dawn
and we're starting this party from dusk

And I take great pleasure in introducing: 50 Cent

(50 Cent)
It's bottle after bottle
The money aint a thang when you party with me
Its what we into its simple
We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
Im the napalm the bomb the don im king kong
Get rolled on wrapped up and reigned on
Im so calm through Vietnam ring the alarm
Bring the Shaun Dawn burn marijuana do what you want
Nigga on and on till the break of what
Get the paper man im caking you know i dont give a fuck
I spend it like it dont mean nothing
Blow it like its supposed to be blown
Motherfucker im grown
I stunt i style i flash the shit
I gets what the fuck i want so what I trick
Fat ass burgandy bags classy shit Jimmy Cho shoes
I say move a bitch move

(Chorus: Eminem)
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of em
and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posses kicking up dust
It's on till the break of dawn
and we're starting this party from dusk

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