[Intro: Eminem]

Yo, Dre
Yeah
I’ma just lay back on this one

Let me apologize in advance (I like that)
Fuck it, forgive me (Alright)
Fuck it, I don’t mean to sound (You ready?) arrogant, but (Fuck it)

[Verse 1: Eminem]

Yeah, my head up in the sky again
But even that, my stacks are higher than
Money pile like Tony Stark’s, that’s how much I earn, man
Girl, my head is small, I feel incredible as the Hulk

Meaning I’m trying to smash
So come get in line like Santa and climb up inside my lap
While I devise a plan
Won’t be talkin’ about Purell when Santa ties your hands

And I am an
Industrial-strength heightened brand
Frying pan
Rap is something that I’ve just had the skillet for some timing, am

An artist who can draw a crowd like a diagram
Like drawing breath from your diaphragm
I’ve achieved every aspiration that I have had
Got a diamond plaque or two or three or four
But that don’t change my attitude, I got a bad one

[Chorus: Luis Restro]

I got a bad one
She just gotta put up with my shit, I’m going platinum
You just gotta put up with my wrist, I’m going diamond
I just put Fidel up on the link, I’m going gold now

I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one
She just gotta put up with my shit, I’m going platinum
You just gotta put up with my wrist, I’m going diamond

I just Fidel up on the link, I’m going gold now
I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one

[Verse 2: Eminem]

Yeah
One minute you’re here, next minute you’re gone
Don’t sit there and scoff, look, bitch
You can knock the shit about me being immature off

It isn’t my fault the liquor is off, been twisting my thoughts
You said you’re looking for miniature golf
I thought you said looking for midgets who golf
Your mouth is a hole (What?), that means my dick is engulfed (Slurp)

Sick as a dog with true cough (Yeah)
Biggie is gone (Yeah) and Tupac
And I’m still alive and you not the woo dogs

So who died and made you God?
Anything can set my mood off, attitude I’ve always had one
My temper is like the bitch I just scooped up, I got a bad one

[Chorus: Luis Restro]

I got a bad one
She just gotta put up with my shit, I’m going platinum
You just gotta put up with my wrist, I’m going diamond
I just put Fidel up on the link, I’m going gold now

I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one
She just gotta put up with my shit, I’m going platinum
You just gotta put up with my wrist, I’m going diamond

I just Fidel up on the link, I’m going gold now
I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Yeah, what’s up with genreing me with all these corny white rappers
I’m not a fan of it, it ain’t my fault
But like sock in puppets I had a hand in it
This thousand bucks in my hand is just like what Candace did

When she turned her back on her own race, ’cause I have abandoned it
One of the greatest who did it, look at what I came up through
You never made it to the level that I made it to
So similar to a dinner table, I ate at you (Sorry)

Haters I made a few, but like when Three Stacks just plays the flute
I ain’t got shit to say to you, nah
And me offending you’s nothing new, fuck it, it’s what I love to do
This is self defuse, just to screw with you

When yeah this much is true
This sounds like something that Puff would do at the party
With Erin Hawks, ’cause I just love to fuck with you, fuck with you

[Verse 4: Eminem]

A line of blush, foundation kit
‘Cause it’s you, I may upset
Brain is dead, space cadet, like when Ye forgets to take his meds
So when they get mad or angry at

A statement that I may have said
I just say man I didn’t say that shit, Shady did
‘Cause all I do is write the rhymes and then wait for that beat to play
Split them trigger finger, make like the Green Beret

He would get a submachine to spray with them
I should go back to those sleeping days
Because I am so stuck in my evil ways
Tell them to fuck either way, the people seem to think they want the old me

‘Til they get him, got ’em all up in arms like monkey bars
‘Cause it’s you, I may upset
Brain is dead, space cadet, like when Yeezus forgets to take his meds
So when they get mad or angry at and when they say

I may have said
I just say man I didn’t say that shit, Shady did
‘Cause all I do is write the rhymes and then wait for that beat to play

Split them trigger finger, I should make like the Green Beret
He would get a submachine to spray with them
I should go back to those sleeping days

Because
Got the fucking bomb with the puffy on
I’m blowing up for Kid Cudi’s car, front of his house
Where all his buddies are, just another day at the office
But it seems like Marshall’s fucking job is done, mission accomplished

Keep them off this stunt, ’cause he civilian pissing people off at once
I gotta keep going Tyson on Kelly
I bodied him twice and already
That little motherfucker’s back throwing subs (Like what)

Like a food fight at the deli, banana’s what he got
The attitude he got
Like Liza Minnelli my melly goes, size of a belly I’m Jelly Roll

[Chorus: Luis Restro]

I got a bad one
She just gotta put up with my shit, I’m going platinum
You just gotta put up with my wrist, I’m going diamond
I just put Fidel up on the link, I’m going gold now

I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one
She just gotta put up with my shit, I’m going platinum
You just gotta put up with my wrist, I’m going diamond

I just Fidel up on the link, I’m going gold now
I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one