Chorus: Scratching: "No...you hear me! You go to hell" -] Mr. Garrison Verse One [Eminem]: Yo At birth I was born with the biggest middle finger on earth The first time I went to stick it up the sh** hurt Mom wouldn't take me The b**h still hates me sh**, one day she said, "Go rake leaves," I said, "Make me!" I'm proud to announce I was probably the first kid Who was kicked out of his house For making fart sounds with his mouth Arguing with me and mom was on-going She called law enforcement when I broke the law mower The s*ut gave me a truck when I turned sixteen I went to start it and it screamed, "Please fix me!" Back then, when Will Smith was still the Fresh Prince And him and Jeff were still best friends, I guess then I decided to cut cla** to rap full time And get the f** outta this fake a** school and rhyme Anybody who thinks this f**in attitude is a gimmick
Come and see me, see if I don't live up to this image You f**in' pricks! Scratching: "No...you hear me! You go to hell" -] Mr. Garrison Verse Two [Obie Trice]: How the f** you gonna f** with O Trice with a staff full of hoes With one gat and a wack stack of flows? A whole lot of lip Thicker than Obie's sh** Oh sh** they found your a** floatin' in the ocean Body part corroded Cast away You stretched in a cast today That's how a real ba*tard play Do sh** the bachelor way Creek n***as will blast away Y'all n***as ain't tough Y'all n***as funny Y'all need to roll on WB 20 n***as think they 2Pacalypse Now Until they catch a buckshot Chicken pop a n***a's style n***as scared of the firm Slim, Dirty Dozen and Trice Come back like thieves in the night n***as jump, that's reason to fight That's reason to rearrange your teeth with the right Motherf**er