[Hook: Eminem] Chem-le-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-le Chem-ne-le-eh-ne-nuf-nu-nef, ne-nish, le-le.. translation So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick

[Verse 1: Eminem] Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties A young ass man with a trash can, strapped to the back Of his ass so the rats can't chew through his last pants I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightnin' Frightened with five little white Vicodin pills bitin' him I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls I light a candle and place it up on the mantle Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fucking handle So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurting (Bitch it's too late) Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains

[Swifty] I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator Degrading, creating murders to kill haters Accused for every crime known through the equator They knew I did it for having blood on my 'gators My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge and I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your face With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose You never hear me say forgive me I'm snatchin every penny, it gotta be that way nigga, face it That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it You hidin, I make the president get a facelift Niggas just afraid, handin' me they bracelets Chilling in the lab wasted I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

[Hook: Eminem] So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick

[Bizarre] I'm a compulsive liar, setting my preacher on fire Slashing your tires, flying down Fenkell and Meyers Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired Jacking my dick off in a bed of barbed wire (Hey, is Bizarre performing) Bitch didn't you read the flyer Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor (Aren't you a male dancer) Nah bitch, I'm retired Fucking your bitch in the ass with a tire iron I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip My DJ's in a coma for letting the record skip I'm fucking anything when I'm snorting It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pitbull an abortion Some bitch asked for my autograph I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom

[Proof] Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack Weed laced with something, nigga pass that In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats At a Stop the Violence rally, I blast gats BMI on publishing, get your ASCAP-ped The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack Run your motherfuckin' pockets, ASAP I don't need a platinum chain bitch, I snatch Shaq's Born loser, half thief and half black Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at Bitch smacker rich rappers get they Jag jacked And found chopped up in a trash bag

[Kuniva] We strangling rappers until the point they can't yell Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace Gruesome, and causin more violence than nine hoodlums I grapple your adam's apple until it crackle Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you Get executed, cause I'm a Luni, I got a Yukmouth And it's polluted, I cock it back then shoot it I love snatching up players thugs and young ballers Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers Brigade barricade to bring the noise While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys If I go solo, I'm doin a song with Bolo A big Chinese nigga, screamin Kuniva, yo, yo... I leave ya face leaking, run up in church And smack the preacher while he's preaching, take a swing at the deacon

[Kon Artis] I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight I was straight 'til I got caught selling em shape I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent I got kicked out of summer camp for having sex in my tent With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin in water In cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Von Who got fired from UPS for tryin to send you a bomb (Special delivery) I signed to a local label for fun Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son Call your house and hang up on you for not giving me none Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun Got a reputation for havin niggas running they funds Used to be the type of nigga that was folding some ones 'til I met your fat mama, now I'm rolling in dough

[Hook: Eminem] Chem-le-le-le-le-le-le-le, le-le, le-le Chem-ne-le-eh-ne-nuf-nu-nef, ne-nish, le-le.. translation So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick

[Outro] Ha ha.. suck my mothafuckin' dick D-12.. Dirty-mothafuckin'-Dozen Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin husbands Bizarre Kid, Swifty McVay, the Kon Artis The Kuniva, Dirty Harry and Slim Shady