When to stand up 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*t hurt
Moms wouldn't take it, the b*tch still hates me
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 slut 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 class to rap full time
And get the fuck outta the fake school and rhyme
Anybody who thinks this f*ckin attitude is a gimmick
Come and see me, see if I don't live up to this image
Break shit!

No...you hear me! you go to hell!

[Parl yams]
Yo, y'all rappers have never learned
That's why I'm f*ckin wit y'all
Run around telling ni*gas they can f*ck wit parl
I bring it to your high school, smoke the prom
Put your brother in an air lock, choke your mom

Cause any horror like a play off loss in game seven
Walk around ripping on niggas madder than james evans
My left hand's sharp it moves freestyle ultra
Slap my dick like kool keith

Fuck like you stole from me, and rules the streets
I don't wanna have to f*ck you up, so cool cease
Parl yams be the chosen thug
What I spit be cold juice like a fruitful hug

Run the streets while you're stuck at home
My temper life bushwick bill f*cker leave me the f*ck alone
I've been jealous since ni*gas was windmillin'
These cats just started to rhyme, my pen's spillin'

And moms just told me to act, I've been wheelin'
So boy just slow your deck, I've been stealin'
I wet rappers cause it's me and em
I guess I just ain't give a fuck like eminem

Burglarize take busts with the slugs
Come in your window like and bustin' your club
Put the heat up I teach them ni*gaz what to s*ck
And my young lords, when to stand up and light the dutch

No...you hear me! you go to hell!

I ended my last show with a horse swingin' a lasso
Drunk with the a*shole ripped out of an old bathrobe
Cause I don't give a f*ck, you better understand that
Two zantacs I give a f*ck if I sound whack

Billboard, drugs is what I kill for
I'm happy gilmore, you slip me anything in pill form
I'm in to mingle but I plan to stay single
Play bingo and drink, get old and watch my face wrinkle

Sike, I'm 24 thursday; six more birthdays
And I'm blowin my brains out when I'm thirty
As long as my heart beats i'ma keep tryin to see
How much speed I can eat before I fall the f*ck asleep

So I'm the rapper, he's the dj
I'm the one thats got the six year old nephew screamin f*ck
So jeff, give me a scratch (scratched: no!)
Y'all can kiss my a*s until your lips stick to my pants

No...you hear me! you go to hell!

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