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Jose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.5.Not to good he didnt go to his funeral because he was sad about what happened and he wanted to stay in his room.6.He wrote it in memory of freak so he woudnt forget about him and to always remember him and to remember the adventures they had in the past.Titleuploadlinksearch_webcameramore_horizdeleteWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zonehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videoshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videos SUB TO SWAQLOL ON YTFFFFFFppppsubscribe to swaqlol on yt FFFFFFFFFFFFFFcum opcum opvumspoiler alertspoiler alertEVERYONE DIES AT THE END!!!!! A MEATEOR DESTROYS THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!cum daddy i have ur ip zaddycum daddy i have ur ip zaddyWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneniggas in paris niggerniggas in paris niggerWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneNever Gonna Give you upNever Gonna Give you up[Verse 1]We're no strangers to loveYou know the rules and so do IA full commitment's what I'm thinking ofYou wouldn't get this from any other guy[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Verse 2]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]And if you ask me how I'm feelingDon't tell me you're too blind to see[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Post-Chorus]Ooh (Give you up)Ooh-ooh (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)[Bridge]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youur mom ur momniggas in parisnot even in thisnot even in this3/3/213/3/21OMG IS THAT JOE MOM?!?? NO WAY OMG HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 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And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?

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Jose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.5.Not to good he didnt go to his funeral because he was sad about what happened and he wanted to stay in his room.6.He wrote it in memory of freak so he woudnt forget about him and to always remember him and to remember the adventures they had in the past.Titleuploadlinksearch_webcameramore_horizdeleteWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zonehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videoshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videos SUB TO SWAQLOL ON YTFFFFFFppppsubscribe to swaqlol on yt FFFFFFFFFFFFFFcum opcum opvumspoiler alertspoiler alertEVERYONE DIES AT THE END!!!!! A MEATEOR DESTROYS THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!cum daddy i have ur ip zaddycum daddy i have ur ip zaddyWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneniggas in paris niggerniggas in paris niggerWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneNever Gonna Give you upNever Gonna Give you up[Verse 1]We're no strangers to loveYou know the rules and so do IA full commitment's what I'm thinking ofYou wouldn't get this from any other guy[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Verse 2]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]And if you ask me how I'm feelingDon't tell me you're too blind to see[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Post-Chorus]Ooh (Give you up)Ooh-ooh (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)[Bridge]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youur mom ur momniggas in parisnot even in thisnot even in this3/3/213/3/21OMG IS THAT JOE MOM?!?? NO WAY OMG HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 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And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?

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Jose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.5.Not to good he didnt go to his funeral because he was sad about what happened and he wanted to stay in his room.6.He wrote it in memory of freak so he woudnt forget about him and to always remember him and to remember the adventures they had in the past.Titleuploadlinksearch_webcameramore_horizdeleteWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zonehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videoshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videos SUB TO SWAQLOL ON YTFFFFFFppppsubscribe to swaqlol on yt FFFFFFFFFFFFFFcum opcum opvumspoiler alertspoiler alertEVERYONE DIES AT THE END!!!!! A MEATEOR DESTROYS THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!cum daddy i have ur ip zaddycum daddy i have ur ip zaddyWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneniggas in paris niggerniggas in paris niggerWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneNever Gonna Give you upNever Gonna Give you up[Verse 1]We're no strangers to loveYou know the rules and so do IA full commitment's what I'm thinking ofYou wouldn't get this from any other guy[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Verse 2]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]And if you ask me how I'm feelingDon't tell me you're too blind to see[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Post-Chorus]Ooh (Give you up)Ooh-ooh (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)[Bridge]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youur mom ur momniggas in parisnot even in thisnot even in this3/3/213/3/21OMG IS THAT JOE MOM?!?? NO WAY OMG HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 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And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?

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Jose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.5.Not to good he didnt go to his funeral because he was sad about what happened and he wanted to stay in his room.6.He wrote it in memory of freak so he woudnt forget about him and to always remember him and to remember the adventures they had in the past.Titleuploadlinksearch_webcameramore_horizdeleteWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zonehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videoshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videos SUB TO SWAQLOL ON YTFFFFFFppppsubscribe to swaqlol on yt FFFFFFFFFFFFFFcum opcum opvumspoiler alertspoiler alertEVERYONE DIES AT THE END!!!!! A MEATEOR DESTROYS THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!cum daddy i have ur ip zaddycum daddy i have ur ip zaddyWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneniggas in paris niggerniggas in paris niggerWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneNever Gonna Give you upNever Gonna Give you up[Verse 1]We're no strangers to loveYou know the rules and so do IA full commitment's what I'm thinking ofYou wouldn't get this from any other guy[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Verse 2]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]And if you ask me how I'm feelingDon't tell me you're too blind to see[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Post-Chorus]Ooh (Give you up)Ooh-ooh (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)[Bridge]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youur mom ur momniggas in parisnot even in thisnot even in this3/3/213/3/21OMG IS THAT JOE MOM?!?? NO WAY OMG HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 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And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?

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We're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zone

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We're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zone

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We're gonna skate to one song and one song only
(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)
So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
But first niggas gotta find me
What's 50 grand to a muhfucka like me
Can you please remind me?
Ball so hard, this shit crazy
Y'all don't know that don't shit phase me
The Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravy
Ball so hard, this shit weird
We ain't even supposed to be here
Ball so hard, but since we here
It's only right that we be fair
Psycho, I'm liable to go Michael
Take your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6
Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tock
Audemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks
Ball so hard, I'm shocked too
I'm supposed to be locked up too
You escaped what I've escaped
You'd be in Paris getting fucked up too
Ball so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 days
Gold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J's
So ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet Ye
Chi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BK
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray
She said Ye can we get married at the mall?
I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ball
Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all
Ball so hard
That shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?
Ball so hard
What she order (what she order), fish filet
Ball so hard
Your whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thing
Ball so hard
Act like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this again
Bougie girl, grab her hand
Fuck that bitch she don't wanna dance
Excuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')
Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask me
Cause I was him I would have married Kate & Ashley
What's Gucci my nigga?
What's Louis my killa?
What's drugs my deala?
What's that jacket, Margiela?
Doctors say I'm the illest
Cause I'm suffering from realness
Got my niggas in Paris
And they going gorillas, huh!
I don't even know what that means
(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)
No, it's not, it's gross
(It gets the people going!)
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
You are now watching the throne
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
These other niggas is lyin'
Actin' like the summer ain't mine
I got that hot bitch in my home
You know how many hot bitches I own?
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
The stars is in the building
They hands is to the ceiling
I know I'm bout to kill it
How you know, I got that feeling
You are now watching the throne
Don't let me into my zone
Don't let me into my zone
I'm definitely in my zone

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We're gonna skate to one song and one song only
(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)

So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
But first niggas gotta find me
What's 50 grand to a muhfucka like me
Can you please remind me?
Ball so hard, this shit crazy
Y'all don't know that don't shit phase me
The Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravy
Ball so hard, this shit weird
We ain't even supposed to be here
Ball so hard, but since we here
It's only right that we be fair
Psycho, I'm liable to go Michael
Take your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6
Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tock
Audemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks
Ball so hard, I'm shocked too
I'm supposed to be locked up too
You escaped what I've escaped
You'd be in Paris getting fucked up too
Ball so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 days
Gold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J's
So ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet Ye
Chi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BK

Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray
She said Ye can we get married at the mall?
I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ball
Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all
Ball so hard
That shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?
Ball so hard
What she order (what she order), fish filet
Ball so hard
Your whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thing
Ball so hard
Act like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this again
Bougie girl, grab her hand
Fuck that bitch she don't wanna dance
Excuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')
Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask me
Cause I was him I would have married Kate & Ashley

What's Gucci my nigga?
What's Louis my killa?
What's drugs my deala?
What's that jacket, Margiela?

Doctors say I'm the illest
Cause I'm suffering from realness
Got my niggas in Paris
And they going gorillas, huh!

I don't even know what that means
(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)

No, it's not, it's gross
(It gets the people going!)
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me

Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me

You are now watching the throne

Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone

These other niggas is lyin'
Actin' like the summer ain't mine
I got that hot bitch in my home
You know how many hot bitches I own?

Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone

The stars is in the building
They hands is to the ceiling
I know I'm bout to kill it
How you know, I got that feeling
You are now watching the throne

Don't let me into my zone
Don't let me into my zone

I'm definitely in my zone

# data[].attributes.body
We're gonna skate to one song and one song only
(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)

So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
But first niggas gotta find me
What's 50 grand to a muhfucka like me
Can you please remind me?
Ball so hard, this shit crazy
Y'all don't know that don't shit phase me
The Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravy
Ball so hard, this shit weird
We ain't even supposed to be here
Ball so hard, but since we here
It's only right that we be fair
Psycho, I'm liable to go Michael
Take your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6
Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tock
Audemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks
Ball so hard, I'm shocked too
I'm supposed to be locked up too
You escaped what I've escaped
You'd be in Paris getting fucked up too
Ball so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 days
Gold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J's
So ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet Ye
Chi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BK

Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me
That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray
She said Ye can we get married at the mall?
I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ball
Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all
Ball so hard
That shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?
Ball so hard
What she order (what she order), fish filet
Ball so hard
Your whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thing
Ball so hard
Act like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this again
Bougie girl, grab her hand
Fuck that bitch she don't wanna dance
Excuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')
Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask me
Cause I was him I would have married Kate & Ashley

What's Gucci my nigga?
What's Louis my killa?
What's drugs my deala?
What's that jacket, Margiela?

Doctors say I'm the illest
Cause I'm suffering from realness
Got my niggas in Paris
And they going gorillas, huh!

I don't even know what that means
(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)

No, it's not, it's gross
(It gets the people going!)
Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me

Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me

You are now watching the throne

Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone

These other niggas is lyin'
Actin' like the summer ain't mine
I got that hot bitch in my home
You know how many hot bitches I own?

Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone
Don't let me get in my zone

The stars is in the building
They hands is to the ceiling
I know I'm bout to kill it
How you know, I got that feeling
You are now watching the throne

Don't let me into my zone
Don't let me into my zone

I'm definitely in my zone

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[Verse 1]
We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

[Chorus]
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

[Verse 2]
We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say it
Inside, we both know what's been going on
We know the game, and we're gonna play it

[Pre-Chorus]
And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see

[Chorus]
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

[Post-Chorus]
Ooh (Give you up)
Ooh-ooh (Give you up)
Ooh-ooh
Never gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)
Ooh-ooh
Never gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)

[Bridge]
We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say it
Inside, we both know what's been going on
We know the game, and we're gonna play it

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

[Chorus]
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

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niggas in paris

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OMG IS THAT JOE MOM?!?? NO WAY OMG HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM A BIG FAN!!!!!!!!

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I heard you talking about me -_-

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oh yeahhaahahh~~~

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sup random dudes

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chile anyways sooo

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I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)

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I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)

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Jose
Jose
2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.

3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.

4.Because he started to get worried about freak.

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Mickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfv

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ys sooo

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I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)
I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)
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niggas in paris
niggas in paris
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Mickey Shannon is my
Mickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfv

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i aint never seen to
i aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly 
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idk this class but f
idk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsaf

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i aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly

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idk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafe

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this💞ones👑for✨the🧸boys😂with🤩the💀boomin'👁system🦔top🦆down✊🏽ac🍄with👽the🛹coolin'🦖system💅🏽

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h

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Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain
I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days
She told me in the morning
She don't feel the same about us in her bones
It seems to me that when I die
These words will be written on my stone
And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The ground beneath my feet is open wide
The way that I been holdin' on too tight
With nothing in between
The story of my life, I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm and time
Is frozen (the story of, the story of, the story of)
The story of my life, I give her hope
I spend her love until she's broke inside
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
Written on these walls are
The colors that I can't change
Leave my heart open
But it stays right here in its cage
I know that in the morning now
I see us in the light upon a hill
Although I am broken, my heart is untamed, still
And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The fire beneath my feet is burning bright
The way that I've been holdin' on so tight
With nothing in between
The story of my life, I'll take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm and time
Is frozen (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life, I give her hope
I spend her love until she's broke inside
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
And I've been waiting for this time to come around
But, baby, running after you is like chasing the clouds
The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night
To keep her warm and time
Is frozen
The story of my life, I give her hope (give her hope)
I spend her love until she's broken inside
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life

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I found this in the internet lmaoo

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I'm not even in this class either...

State: never seen two pretty bestfriends

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Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?

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Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?

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we did it we reached a quarter of a million subscribers, 250,000 subscribers and still growing the fact that we reached this number in such a short amount of time is just phenomenal i-im just amazed, thank you all so much for supporting this channel and helping it grow I-I love you guys, you guys are just awesome. so as you can probably tell this isnt really a montage parody, this is really more like a kind thank you / update video so in this video im quickly gonna go over two things: firstly advertisements, and more importantly : the future of this channel and what kind of direction its headed. okay so firstly, the advertisements. believe it or not but montage parodies are actually a copy right minefield new content is getting claimed every day. we could use something from.. lets say.. 5 years ago, and tommorow a huge company could come along and claim that video as theres and we have no control over that. and any video we use that product in could either get copy right stiked or lose monetizeation, meaning that all the money made from that video would get sent to the company, and not us. the only real way to counter this is to get advertisements placed on my channel, i mean its a win-win for everyone involved you know i get a safety net generated for myself and the company gets exposure and you guys, my sub subcribers, sit through a two second ad that will be as short and painless as possible, so next im gonna talk about the future of this channel, this doesnt mean in anyway that im actually quitting montage parodies, its basically why you subscribed to my channel and i enjoy making them and theres no reason to quit because im in full time education i have less time to make and upload videos it use to be weekly uploads and now its pretty much once a month but in my opinion uploading once a month isnt enough id like to upload more than that, i mean, as much as possible but montage parodies take a long time to make, collecting the resources, coming up with an original idea ya know, all this stuff takes time and planning and that combined with me being in education means that they take a while to make, a good video that goes into detail about this is rubber rosses video "future of independant animation on youtube" it is a different theme'd video because I dont do independant animation, but you can still kind of relate because uploads become more infrequent; channel traffic slows down this is why i want to make videos that are related to montage parodies, but arent exactly meta montage parodies, like I said before: im not quitting montage parodies, its basically seen as either you wait for me to upload one video a month or i upload one video a month with a bunch of you know, funny gameplay stuff in between. A great example of this would be counter strike global offensive but at the end of the day, its all down to you guys, you guys are my subscribers and id love to hear your feed back on what youd like me to do next, leave a comment below: your thoughts and ideas. Im gonna try to respond to as many comments as I can to this video. I would love to hear your feedback on what kind of videos youd want to see, any future ideas for the channel. I feel that because your subscribed to an extent, you're inclined to, you know, share your thoughts and ideas, and have a say on what i should do next, and its really appeciated guys. and lastly i want to thank you guys, thank you guys for helping this channel grow so quickly, in such a short amount of time I mean I started doing videos like these just over a year ago and i would have never expected my channel to grow so quickly in such a short amount of time just from montage parodies its amazing, you know ive been reading the comments and some of them have just been genuinly amazing ive been told people have depression and they find these videos you know therapeutic and have enjoyed them, and lifted their spirits and stuff and its just amazing how my videos can do that to people and that really motivates me to do more of these videos, and just thank you all so much for giving me this opportunity, it really-it really means a lot guys you have no idea, and lastly i want to give a shout out to all the people who helped make this video whether thats voice overs, animations, stuff like that. firstly we got Harvey Rothman he designed my youtube profile picture, and has also designed a what the fast intro for my channel, and its just amazing i love his animation style he is just a really nice guy to talk to, be sure to subscribe to his channel, hes got an upcoming animation for five nights at freddys "foxy gets hooked", he does music production, hes all around a really good guy, next we got Hitlerspimp hes just so talent with SFM, he designed the intro for me, its unbelivable how talented he his, be sure to check out his videos, hes just amazing. and lastly check out creamforce for his sexy voice over he did in the video honestly he does a lot of montage parody esc videos, definintely check him out his videos are just amazing and he just has a great personality all around. and thats it guys thats all i wanted to explain, thank you all for sitting through this video and taking all the information in, dont forget to comment down below your thoughts and feelings, id love to hear your feelings on where to take this channel montage parodies are still coming, ive got at least 2 videos in the works right now and will be up very soon. thank you all again for a quarter of a million subscribers im just still amazed that we reached this number in just a short amount of time, thanks guys.

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Kevin wants Max to fill the book with all of the adventures they went on, the book h

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wtf is this, i just wanna know why max freaked out and started punching stuff

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wtf is this, i just wanna know why max freaked out and started punching stuff

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How long does it take max to write the book for freak?

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fucking hoe

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What the fuck is this class

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hi

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what tf are you fucking gay ?🤔

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this class is fucking stupid

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my dick is fucking huge

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I wish frea

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tf is this

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I think this story could have ended a complete opposite was from the way it did.I was not happy I was not happy with the end of the book freak did not have to die in order to end the book.

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Because he wanted to do the last thing that Kevin wa

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Because he wanted to do the last thing that Kevin wa

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I think this story could have ended a complete opposite was from the way it did.I was not happy I was not happy with the end of the book freak did not have to die in order to end the book.

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2* Not exactly he forces his way in so he can see him.

3* He wants max to write about all there adventures.

4* Kevin starts to cough and they tell max to get out.

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2: No he wasn't but Freak wanted to him to see him. So he broke through glass doors just so he could see him.

3: Kevin wants Max to fill the book with all of the adventures they went on, the book he wrote in was the the book Mr.Shannon read to us.

4: He wants to see him because Freak was about to die and he wanted to see him before he died.

5: Max reacts terribly he tries to break through glass doors and fights the cops just so he could see Freak.

6: Because he wanted to do the last thing that Kevin wanted him to do for example Kevin said "Fill this book with all of the wonderful adventures we had.

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* Yes because kevin told the nurse that he could come in

* So he can wright All of the places they went

* He visits him because he is worried about him

* He feels mad and sad

* Because he is sad about kevi

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2. Yes because Kevin died so he needs to see him.

3. Writ their adventures.

4.Because he was going to die so he wanted to see him.

5.he turned in to kicker.

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2) Yes and no part of the time he`s not alowed to becuase there are a lot of nurses and it really makes it hard to have in there becuase its so crowded it even says in ther that when he dose go in he bumps in to one of them.

3) e wants him to write about the qusts and stuff becuase he was going to do it but he said he was going to take a long time to get used to his bionic body but what was really going on is he knows he was going to die.

4) Becuase wanted to see if he was ok but he was lying about the byonic body.

5) He gouse crasy in the hspitle and brakes a bunch of windows.

6) He finally get`s over it becuase for freak

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2. He was because Freak wanted him to.

3. He wants Max to write all the fun times and adventures that they had together.

4. It ended because Kevin's heart was too big for his body so he died.

5. He breaks the glass doors and goes nuts and then hospital cops come and hold him down with handcuffs on his ankles and hands.

6. He wrote it as a souvenir so whenever he wanted to remember Freak/Kevin, he would always remember him.

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2. No but he did it any way.

3. I think that he ants max to write about there adventures.

4. I think it was because he really wanted to see him really bad.

5. He starts to punch windows because he really wanted to see him and he hearts his hand.

6. Beacuse he need somthing to remember keven by.

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2. No but Kevin wanted to see Max so he broke the doors

3. I think Kevin gave him the book to write about what they did together

4. Because maybe Max knew that Kevin was going to past away

5. He got mad and started to break down the doors

6. Maybe to remember what had ha

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2.Max was not allowed to see Freak but then max was broke the glass door he only did that to see Freak.

3.Keven wants Mighty to write down there adventures they had.

4. Max wanted to see Kevin because he could not make it .

5.He got scared so he bumped in to every thing .

6.so he can remember there great memory's together .

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1. no but Kevin wanted to see max so they let him in.

2. he want's max to write about there adventures they had together.

3. because he was worried about him

4. he takes it very hard and broke a glass door.

5. because he realized he had to do some thing and not just do nothing.

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2: Yes just for a little while because Kevin told the nurse that he could come in. But she only let him come in for a little while.

3: Write down there adventures they had as Freak The Mighty.

4: Because he starts coughing and the nurse tells him to get out so they can do there work.

5: He goes mad and angry because Kevin dies. He says he becomes Kicker again, the name he was called when he was in day care.

6: Because Kevin gives him the empty/blank book.

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2* yes max is allowed to see kevin but not that long because kevin told someone that he can come in but the person only let him for a littile bit not for that long.

3* kevin wants max to write all the adventures maybe.

4* maxs visit with kevin end is because the person probaly told him that its time to leave.

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2. Yes because Max saw Kevin because Kevin wanted to see his friend Max since he was in the hospital

3.He wants Max to write the fun stuff that they did together.

4. It was the end because the nurse told him to get out because Kevin was coughing and told him to get out and then the nurse told him that his heart was too big for his body since he was small.

5. When he heard the news the nurse was going to hug him but Max pushed her away and then ran away and broke a window to a room the cops started to come to stop him.

6. He started to write because Kevin died and he just started writing in the book what he remembered with him.

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2. Max isn't allowed to see Kevin but, true friends will always break thru windows just to see each other.

3. Kevin wanted Max to write about the adventures they went on. The book Max wrote all the adventures in is the one we just finished reading.

4. Max wanted to see Kevin because Kevin was about do pass away and Max wanted to see him before he died.

5. The way Max reacted was not very good he broke windows and tried to fight off cops.

6. He wrote in the book Kevin gave him because he wanted to keep something that he can remember about Kevin.

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2. Max is not allowed to see Kevin because he died and they want to stay away from him.

3. Kevin want max to put all of the adventurers that they had.

4. Max visit Kevin because they was best friends and Kevin went to hospital.

5. When Max here the news about Kevin he turn back in to a kicker and he punch the glass doors.

6. He start to write about freak the mighty so he can remember all the things they did

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1) At first they did not let kevin/freak see mighty but then they realized that mighty did want him to come in so then they let him come in.

2) Then while he was in there mighty gave kevin/freak a book with blank pages and said ("Write down all the adventures that we had and write down everything that you remember happend with me and you",he said) after he said that he told kevin/freak that the title was going to be freak the mighty.

3)

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2: Yes because freak told Max that he still wanted to.

3: To write down the times with Freak.

4: Maybe because when he went into the hospital the nurse noticed that Kevin was coughing so the nurse said to get out.

5: He starts going crazy and breaking class walls and so the nurse tells him to realax and cops were jumping over him and could not get up.

6:

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2 max was only allowed to see

kevin for a while.

3.write all off there adventures

4.to see how hes doing

5.he starts running and kicking the doors

6. too make him feel better

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2. Yes, because Kevin wanted to see Max.

3. Kevin wants Max to fill the blank book with all the fun adventures they had

4. It ended because Kevin was coughing and the nurse told him to get out so they can help stop the coughing.

5. Max reacts madly so he broke glass windows and broke through doors, and ran with cops on his back until there is too much he stops.

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2. At first he isn't able to but he was only aloud to see him once because Kevin wanted him to come see him one last time.

3. Kevin wants Max to write about their journeys in that book so he will remember Kevin.

4. Max's visit with Kevin ends because he has to do the "bionic surgery" but really he was lying to Max and was only saying that for hope.

5. Max reacts to the news by going crazy and punching window and breaking through doors.

6. Max finally starts to write the story because he wanted to remember Kevin and didn't want to forget Kevin. Also Kevin and him were best friends so he probably didn't want to let him down.

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2. No at first but then yes but just for a little while because Freak is having the "surgery"

3. Freak wants Max to write a book about their adventurers as freak the mighty and how much fun they had.

4. Max's visit with Freak ends short because he got some sort of cough and that set of the I.C.U. and then a swarm of nurses rush in and Max is forced to leave.

5. Max reacts by rushing to the "Meticle recherche Facility" and tries to break down the solid doers

6.So he can remeber the good times .

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2.No because he broke glass and guards jumped right on top of him

3.I think he wrote down the adventures he had with kevin

4.I think that Max wants to visit Kevin because maybe Max got worried about Kevin

5. He broke glass door and he goes crazy when he heard the news

6. He wrote it because he wanted to give it to Max to remeber him

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1*Yes because i Keven sees max he would get happier and he wont be as mad and till make him feel better

2*He wants him to write there adventure and write what has been happening in life

3*He wants to know if he is better and he want to know if he got his mew body wet

4*He goes crazy and he punches a glass door and he kicks the door and then gets arrested

5*Because he does not want to for get about the fun times he had with freak and he want to do what freak wanted him to do.

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2) Well he was not allowed to see Freak but, he does any way and he breaks through glass doors just to try to see Freak.

3) Kevin wants Mighty to write a book about Freak the Mighty and their adventures.

4) Because Kevin does not make it.

5) Max reacts in a not so great way because he breaks through glass doors and the hospital cops catch him. Freak's doctor tells him to calm down and the doctor wraps his hand up because he punched glass and made it bleed.

6) Because he starts realizing that he needs something that he can remember about Freak. He probably also realizes this because for a few days he locks himself up in the Down Under so he can let out all of his sadness alone.

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2.Only one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.

3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.

4.Because he started to get worried about freak.

5.Not to good he didnt go to his funeral because he was sad about what happened and he wanted to stay in his room.

6.He wrote it in memory of freak so he woudnt forget about him and to always remember him and to remember the adventures they had in the past.

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Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zonehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videoshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videos SUB TO SWAQLOL ON YTFFFFFFppppsubscribe to swaqlol on yt FFFFFFFFFFFFFFcum opcum opvumspoiler alertspoiler alertEVERYONE DIES AT THE END!!!!! A MEATEOR DESTROYS THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!cum daddy i have ur ip zaddycum daddy i have ur ip zaddyWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneniggas in paris niggerniggas in paris niggerWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneNever Gonna Give you upNever Gonna Give you up[Verse 1]We're no strangers to loveYou know the rules and so do IA full commitment's what I'm thinking ofYou wouldn't get this from any other guy[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Verse 2]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]And if you ask me how I'm feelingDon't tell me you're too blind to see[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Post-Chorus]Ooh (Give you up)Ooh-ooh (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)[Bridge]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youur mom ur momniggas in parisnot even in thisnot even in this3/3/213/3/21OMG IS THAT JOE MOM?!?? NO WAY OMG HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM A BIG FAN!!!!!!!!Joe's motherJoe's motherI heard you talking about me -_-BILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYBILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYoh yeahhaahahh~~~JadeJadesup random dudesminecraft is goodminecraft is goodumumchile anyways soooI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)niggas in parisniggas in parisJose Jose 2.Only one timJoseJose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.Mickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvys sooo more_vert I ain'ys sooomore_vertI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)more_vertniggas in parisniggas in parismore_vertMickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvmore_verti aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly more_vertidk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafi aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly idk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafethis💞ones👑for✨the🧸bothis💞ones👑for✨the🧸boys😂with🤩the💀boomin'👁system🦔top🦆down✊🏽ac🍄with👽the🛹coolin'🦖system💅🏽 hhStory of my lifeStory of my lifeWritten in these walls are the stories that I can't explainI leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for daysShe told me in the morningShe don't feel the same about us in her bonesIt seems to me that when I dieThese words will be written on my stoneAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe ground beneath my feet is open wideThe way that I been holdin' on too tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)Written on these walls areThe colors that I can't changeLeave my heart openBut it stays right here in its cageI know that in the morning nowI see us in the light upon a hillAlthough I am broken, my heart is untamed, stillAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe fire beneath my feet is burning brightThe way that I've been holdin' on so tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I'll take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)And I've been waiting for this time to come aroundBut, baby, running after you is like chasing the cloudsThe story of my lifeI take her homeI drive all nightTo keep her warm and timeIs frozenThe story of my life, I give her hope (give her hope)I spend her love until she's broken insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeI’m from CT ahahahaI’m from CT ahahahaI found this in the internet lmaoohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhniggas in paris niggniggas in paris niggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisI-I-I'm not even in this class either...State: never seen two pretty bestfriendsFreak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Freak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Jose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.5.Not to good he didnt go to his funeral because he was sad about what happened and he wanted to stay in his room.6.He wrote it in memory of freak so he woudnt forget about him and to always remember him and to remember the adventures they had in the past.Titleuploadlinksearch_webcameramore_horizdeleteWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zonehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videoshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videos SUB TO SWAQLOL ON YTFFFFFFppppsubscribe to swaqlol on yt FFFFFFFFFFFFFFcum opcum opvumspoiler alertspoiler alertEVERYONE DIES AT THE END!!!!! A MEATEOR DESTROYS THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!cum daddy i have ur ip zaddycum daddy i have ur ip zaddyWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneniggas in paris niggerniggas in paris niggerWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneNever Gonna Give you upNever Gonna Give you up[Verse 1]We're no strangers to loveYou know the rules and so do IA full commitment's what I'm thinking ofYou wouldn't get this from any other guy[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Verse 2]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]And if you ask me how I'm feelingDon't tell me you're too blind to see[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Post-Chorus]Ooh (Give you up)Ooh-ooh (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)[Bridge]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youur mom ur momniggas in parisnot even in thisnot even in this3/3/213/3/21OMG IS THAT JOE MOM?!?? NO WAY OMG HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM A BIG FAN!!!!!!!!Joe's motherJoe's motherI heard you talking about me -_-BILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYBILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYoh yeahhaahahh~~~JadeJadesup random dudesminecraft is goodminecraft is goodumumchile anyways soooI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)niggas in parisniggas in parisJose Jose 2.Only one timJoseJose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.Mickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvys sooo more_vert I ain'ys sooomore_vertI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)more_vertniggas in parisniggas in parismore_vertMickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvmore_verti aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly more_vertidk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafi aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly idk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafethis💞ones👑for✨the🧸bothis💞ones👑for✨the🧸boys😂with🤩the💀boomin'👁system🦔top🦆down✊🏽ac🍄with👽the🛹coolin'🦖system💅🏽 hhStory of my lifeStory of my lifeWritten in these walls are the stories that I can't explainI leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for daysShe told me in the morningShe don't feel the same about us in her bonesIt seems to me that when I dieThese words will be written on my stoneAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe ground beneath my feet is open wideThe way that I been holdin' on too tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)Written on these walls areThe colors that I can't changeLeave my heart openBut it stays right here in its cageI know that in the morning nowI see us in the light upon a hillAlthough I am broken, my heart is untamed, stillAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe fire beneath my feet is burning brightThe way that I've been holdin' on so tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I'll take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)And I've been waiting for this time to come aroundBut, baby, running after you is like chasing the cloudsThe story of my lifeI take her homeI drive all nightTo keep her warm and timeIs frozenThe story of my life, I give her hope (give her hope)I spend her love until she's broken insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeI’m from CT ahahahaI’m from CT ahahahaI found this in the internet lmaoohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhniggas in paris niggniggas in paris niggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisI-I-I'm not even in this class either...State: never seen two pretty bestfriendsFreak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Freak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Jose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.5.Not to good he didnt go to his funeral because he was sad about what happened and he wanted to stay in his room.6.He wrote it in memory of freak so he woudnt forget about him and to always remember him and to remember the adventures they had in the past.Titleuploadlinksearch_webcameramore_horizdeleteWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zonehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videoshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videos SUB TO SWAQLOL ON YTFFFFFFppppsubscribe to swaqlol on yt FFFFFFFFFFFFFFcum opcum opvumspoiler alertspoiler alertEVERYONE DIES AT THE END!!!!! A MEATEOR DESTROYS THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!cum daddy i have ur ip zaddycum daddy i have ur ip zaddyWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneniggas in paris niggerniggas in paris niggerWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneNever Gonna Give you upNever Gonna Give you up[Verse 1]We're no strangers to loveYou know the rules and so do IA full commitment's what I'm thinking ofYou wouldn't get this from any other guy[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Verse 2]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]And if you ask me how I'm feelingDon't tell me you're too blind to see[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Post-Chorus]Ooh (Give you up)Ooh-ooh (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)[Bridge]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youur mom ur momniggas in parisnot even in thisnot even in this3/3/213/3/21OMG IS THAT JOE MOM?!?? NO WAY OMG HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM A BIG FAN!!!!!!!!Joe's motherJoe's motherI heard you talking about me -_-BILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYBILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYoh yeahhaahahh~~~JadeJadesup random dudesminecraft is goodminecraft is goodumumchile anyways soooI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)niggas in parisniggas in parisJose Jose 2.Only one timJoseJose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.Mickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvys sooo more_vert I ain'ys sooomore_vertI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)more_vertniggas in parisniggas in parismore_vertMickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvmore_verti aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly more_vertidk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafi aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly idk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafethis💞ones👑for✨the🧸bothis💞ones👑for✨the🧸boys😂with🤩the💀boomin'👁system🦔top🦆down✊🏽ac🍄with👽the🛹coolin'🦖system💅🏽 hhStory of my lifeStory of my lifeWritten in these walls are the stories that I can't explainI leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for daysShe told me in the morningShe don't feel the same about us in her bonesIt seems to me that when I dieThese words will be written on my stoneAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe ground beneath my feet is open wideThe way that I been holdin' on too tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)Written on these walls areThe colors that I can't changeLeave my heart openBut it stays right here in its cageI know that in the morning nowI see us in the light upon a hillAlthough I am broken, my heart is untamed, stillAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe fire beneath my feet is burning brightThe way that I've been holdin' on so tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I'll take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)And I've been waiting for this time to come aroundBut, baby, running after you is like chasing the cloudsThe story of my lifeI take her homeI drive all nightTo keep her warm and timeIs frozenThe story of my life, I give her hope (give her hope)I spend her love until she's broken insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeI’m from CT ahahahaI’m from CT ahahahaI found this in the internet lmaoohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhniggas in paris niggniggas in paris niggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisI-I-I'm not even in this class either...State: never seen two pretty bestfriendsFreak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Freak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Jose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.5.Not to good he didnt go to his funeral because he was sad about what happened and he wanted to stay in his room.6.He wrote it in memory of freak so he woudnt forget about him and to always remember him and to remember the adventures they had in the past.Titleuploadlinksearch_webcameramore_horizdeleteWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zonehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videoshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videos SUB TO SWAQLOL ON YTFFFFFFppppsubscribe to swaqlol on yt FFFFFFFFFFFFFFcum opcum opvumspoiler alertspoiler alertEVERYONE DIES AT THE END!!!!! A MEATEOR DESTROYS THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!cum daddy i have ur ip zaddycum daddy i have ur ip zaddyWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneniggas in paris niggerniggas in paris niggerWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneNever Gonna Give you upNever Gonna Give you up[Verse 1]We're no strangers to loveYou know the rules and so do IA full commitment's what I'm thinking ofYou wouldn't get this from any other guy[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Verse 2]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]And if you ask me how I'm feelingDon't tell me you're too blind to see[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Post-Chorus]Ooh (Give you up)Ooh-ooh (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)[Bridge]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youur mom ur momniggas in parisnot even in thisnot even in this3/3/213/3/21OMG IS THAT JOE MOM?!?? NO WAY OMG HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM A BIG FAN!!!!!!!!Joe's motherJoe's motherI heard you talking about me -_-BILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYBILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYoh yeahhaahahh~~~JadeJadesup random dudesminecraft is goodminecraft is goodumumchile anyways soooI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)niggas in parisniggas in parisJose Jose 2.Only one timJoseJose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.Mickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvys sooo more_vert I ain'ys sooomore_vertI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)more_vertniggas in parisniggas in parismore_vertMickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvmore_verti aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly more_vertidk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafi aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly idk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafethis💞ones👑for✨the🧸bothis💞ones👑for✨the🧸boys😂with🤩the💀boomin'👁system🦔top🦆down✊🏽ac🍄with👽the🛹coolin'🦖system💅🏽 hhStory of my lifeStory of my lifeWritten in these walls are the stories that I can't explainI leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for daysShe told me in the morningShe don't feel the same about us in her bonesIt seems to me that when I dieThese words will be written on my stoneAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe ground beneath my feet is open wideThe way that I been holdin' on too tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)Written on these walls areThe colors that I can't changeLeave my heart openBut it stays right here in its cageI know that in the morning nowI see us in the light upon a hillAlthough I am broken, my heart is untamed, stillAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe fire beneath my feet is burning brightThe way that I've been holdin' on so tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I'll take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)And I've been waiting for this time to come aroundBut, baby, running after you is like chasing the cloudsThe story of my lifeI take her homeI drive all nightTo keep her warm and timeIs frozenThe story of my life, I give her hope (give her hope)I spend her love until she's broken insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeI’m from CT ahahahaI’m from CT ahahahaI found this in the internet lmaoohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhniggas in paris niggniggas in paris niggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisI-I-I'm not even in this class either...State: never seen two pretty bestfriendsFreak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Freak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Jose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.5.Not to good he didnt go to his funeral because he was sad about what happened and he wanted to stay in his room.6.He wrote it in memory of freak so he woudnt forget about him and to always remember him and to remember the adventures they had in the past.Titleuploadlinksearch_webcameramore_horizdeleteWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zonehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videoshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videos SUB TO SWAQLOL ON YTFFFFFFppppsubscribe to swaqlol on yt FFFFFFFFFFFFFFcum opcum opvumspoiler alertspoiler alertEVERYONE DIES AT THE END!!!!! A MEATEOR DESTROYS THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!cum daddy i have ur ip zaddycum daddy i have ur ip zaddyWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneniggas in paris niggerniggas in paris niggerWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneNever Gonna Give you upNever Gonna Give you up[Verse 1]We're no strangers to loveYou know the rules and so do IA full commitment's what I'm thinking ofYou wouldn't get this from any other guy[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Verse 2]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]And if you ask me how I'm feelingDon't tell me you're too blind to see[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Post-Chorus]Ooh (Give you up)Ooh-ooh (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)[Bridge]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youur mom ur momniggas in parisnot even in thisnot even in this3/3/213/3/21OMG IS THAT JOE MOM?!?? NO WAY OMG HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM A BIG FAN!!!!!!!!Joe's motherJoe's motherI heard you talking about me -_-BILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYBILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYoh yeahhaahahh~~~JadeJadesup random dudesminecraft is goodminecraft is goodumumchile anyways soooI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)niggas in parisniggas in parisJose Jose 2.Only one timJoseJose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.Mickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvys sooo more_vert I ain'ys sooomore_vertI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)more_vertniggas in parisniggas in parismore_vertMickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvmore_verti aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly more_vertidk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafi aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly idk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafethis💞ones👑for✨the🧸bothis💞ones👑for✨the🧸boys😂with🤩the💀boomin'👁system🦔top🦆down✊🏽ac🍄with👽the🛹coolin'🦖system💅🏽 hhStory of my lifeStory of my lifeWritten in these walls are the stories that I can't explainI leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for daysShe told me in the morningShe don't feel the same about us in her bonesIt seems to me that when I dieThese words will be written on my stoneAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe ground beneath my feet is open wideThe way that I been holdin' on too tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)Written on these walls areThe colors that I can't changeLeave my heart openBut it stays right here in its cageI know that in the morning nowI see us in the light upon a hillAlthough I am broken, my heart is untamed, stillAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe fire beneath my feet is burning brightThe way that I've been holdin' on so tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I'll take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)And I've been waiting for this time to come aroundBut, baby, running after you is like chasing the cloudsThe story of my lifeI take her homeI drive all nightTo keep her warm and timeIs frozenThe story of my life, I give her hope (give her hope)I spend her love until she's broken insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeI’m from CT ahahahaI’m from CT ahahahaI found this in the internet lmaoohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhniggas in paris niggniggas in paris niggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisI-I-I'm not even in this class either...State: never seen two pretty bestfriendsFreak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Freak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Jose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.5.Not to good he didnt go to his funeral because he was sad about what happened and he wanted to stay in his room.6.He wrote it in memory of freak so he woudnt forget about him and to always remember him and to remember the adventures they had in the past.Titleuploadlinksearch_webcameramore_horizdeleteWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zonehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videoshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videos SUB TO SWAQLOL ON YTFFFFFFppppsubscribe to swaqlol on yt FFFFFFFFFFFFFFcum opcum opvumspoiler alertspoiler alertEVERYONE DIES AT THE END!!!!! A MEATEOR DESTROYS THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!cum daddy i have ur ip zaddycum daddy i have ur ip zaddyWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneniggas in paris niggerniggas in paris niggerWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneNever Gonna Give you upNever Gonna Give you up[Verse 1]We're no strangers to loveYou know the rules and so do IA full commitment's what I'm thinking ofYou wouldn't get this from any other guy[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Verse 2]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]And if you ask me how I'm feelingDon't tell me you're too blind to see[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Post-Chorus]Ooh (Give you up)Ooh-ooh (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)[Bridge]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youur mom ur momniggas in parisnot even in thisnot even in this3/3/213/3/21OMG IS THAT JOE MOM?!?? NO WAY OMG HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM A BIG FAN!!!!!!!!Joe's motherJoe's motherI heard you talking about me -_-BILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYBILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYoh yeahhaahahh~~~JadeJadesup random dudesminecraft is goodminecraft is goodumumchile anyways soooI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)niggas in parisniggas in parisJose Jose 2.Only one timJoseJose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.Mickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvys sooo more_vert I ain'ys sooomore_vertI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)more_vertniggas in parisniggas in parismore_vertMickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvmore_verti aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly more_vertidk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafi aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly idk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafethis💞ones👑for✨the🧸bothis💞ones👑for✨the🧸boys😂with🤩the💀boomin'👁system🦔top🦆down✊🏽ac🍄with👽the🛹coolin'🦖system💅🏽 hhStory of my lifeStory of my lifeWritten in these walls are the stories that I can't explainI leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for daysShe told me in the morningShe don't feel the same about us in her bonesIt seems to me that when I dieThese words will be written on my stoneAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe ground beneath my feet is open wideThe way that I been holdin' on too tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)Written on these walls areThe colors that I can't changeLeave my heart openBut it stays right here in its cageI know that in the morning nowI see us in the light upon a hillAlthough I am broken, my heart is untamed, stillAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe fire beneath my feet is burning brightThe way that I've been holdin' on so tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I'll take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)And I've been waiting for this time to come aroundBut, baby, running after you is like chasing the cloudsThe story of my lifeI take her homeI drive all nightTo keep her warm and timeIs frozenThe story of my life, I give her hope (give her hope)I spend her love until she's broken insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeI’m from CT ahahahaI’m from CT ahahahaI found this in the internet lmaoohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhniggas in paris niggniggas in paris niggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisI-I-I'm not even in this class either...State: never seen two pretty bestfriendsFreak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Freak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?fwda

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Jose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.5.Not to good he didnt go to his funeral because he was sad about what happened and he wanted to stay in his room.6.He wrote it in memory of freak so he woudnt forget about him and to always remember him and to remember the adventures they had in the past.Titleuploadlinksearch_webcameramore_horizdeleteWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zonehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videoshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videos SUB TO SWAQLOL ON YTFFFFFFppppsubscribe to swaqlol on yt FFFFFFFFFFFFFFcum opcum opvumspoiler alertspoiler alertEVERYONE DIES AT THE END!!!!! A MEATEOR DESTROYS THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!cum daddy i have ur ip zaddycum daddy i have ur ip zaddyWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneniggas in paris niggerniggas in paris niggerWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneNever Gonna Give you upNever Gonna Give you up[Verse 1]We're no strangers to loveYou know the rules and so do IA full commitment's what I'm thinking ofYou wouldn't get this from any other guy[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Verse 2]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]And if you ask me how I'm feelingDon't tell me you're too blind to see[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Post-Chorus]Ooh (Give you up)Ooh-ooh (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)[Bridge]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youur mom ur momniggas in parisnot even in thisnot even in this3/3/213/3/21OMG IS THAT JOE MOM?!?? NO WAY OMG HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM A BIG FAN!!!!!!!!Joe's motherJoe's motherI heard you talking about me -_-BILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYBILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYoh yeahhaahahh~~~JadeJadesup random dudesminecraft is goodminecraft is goodumumchile anyways soooI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)niggas in parisniggas in parisJose Jose 2.Only one timJoseJose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.Mickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvys sooo more_vert I ain'ys sooomore_vertI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)more_vertniggas in parisniggas in parismore_vertMickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvmore_verti aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly more_vertidk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafi aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly idk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafethis💞ones👑for✨the🧸bothis💞ones👑for✨the🧸boys😂with🤩the💀boomin'👁system🦔top🦆down✊🏽ac🍄with👽the🛹coolin'🦖system💅🏽 hhStory of my lifeStory of my lifeWritten in these walls are the stories that I can't explainI leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for daysShe told me in the morningShe don't feel the same about us in her bonesIt seems to me that when I dieThese words will be written on my stoneAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe ground beneath my feet is open wideThe way that I been holdin' on too tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)Written on these walls areThe colors that I can't changeLeave my heart openBut it stays right here in its cageI know that in the morning nowI see us in the light upon a hillAlthough I am broken, my heart is untamed, stillAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe fire beneath my feet is burning brightThe way that I've been holdin' on so tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I'll take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)And I've been waiting for this time to come aroundBut, baby, running after you is like chasing the cloudsThe story of my lifeI take her homeI drive all nightTo keep her warm and timeIs frozenThe story of my life, I give her hope (give her hope)I spend her love until she's broken insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeI’m from CT ahahahaI’m from CT ahahahaI found this in the internet lmaoohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhniggas in paris niggniggas in paris niggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisI-I-I'm not even in this class either...State: never seen two pretty bestfriendsFreak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Freak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Jose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.5.Not to good he didnt go to his funeral because he was sad about what happened and he wanted to stay in his room.6.He wrote it in memory of freak so he woudnt forget about him and to always remember him and to remember the adventures they had in the past.Titleuploadlinksearch_webcameramore_horizdeleteWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zonehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videoshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videos SUB TO SWAQLOL ON YTFFFFFFppppsubscribe to swaqlol on yt FFFFFFFFFFFFFFcum opcum opvumspoiler alertspoiler alertEVERYONE DIES AT THE END!!!!! A MEATEOR DESTROYS THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!cum daddy i have ur ip zaddycum daddy i have ur ip zaddyWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneniggas in paris niggerniggas in paris niggerWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneNever Gonna Give you upNever Gonna Give you up[Verse 1]We're no strangers to loveYou know the rules and so do IA full commitment's what I'm thinking ofYou wouldn't get this from any other guy[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Verse 2]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]And if you ask me how I'm feelingDon't tell me you're too blind to see[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Post-Chorus]Ooh (Give you up)Ooh-ooh (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)[Bridge]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youur mom ur momniggas in parisnot even in thisnot even in this3/3/213/3/21OMG IS THAT JOE MOM?!?? NO WAY OMG HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM A BIG FAN!!!!!!!!Joe's motherJoe's motherI heard you talking about me -_-BILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYBILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYoh yeahhaahahh~~~JadeJadesup random dudesminecraft is goodminecraft is goodumumchile anyways soooI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)niggas in parisniggas in parisJose Jose 2.Only one timJoseJose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.Mickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvys sooo more_vert I ain'ys sooomore_vertI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)more_vertniggas in parisniggas in parismore_vertMickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvmore_verti aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly more_vertidk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafi aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly idk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafethis💞ones👑for✨the🧸bothis💞ones👑for✨the🧸boys😂with🤩the💀boomin'👁system🦔top🦆down✊🏽ac🍄with👽the🛹coolin'🦖system💅🏽 hhStory of my lifeStory of my lifeWritten in these walls are the stories that I can't explainI leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for daysShe told me in the morningShe don't feel the same about us in her bonesIt seems to me that when I dieThese words will be written on my stoneAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe ground beneath my feet is open wideThe way that I been holdin' on too tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)Written on these walls areThe colors that I can't changeLeave my heart openBut it stays right here in its cageI know that in the morning nowI see us in the light upon a hillAlthough I am broken, my heart is untamed, stillAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe fire beneath my feet is burning brightThe way that I've been holdin' on so tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I'll take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)And I've been waiting for this time to come aroundBut, baby, running after you is like chasing the cloudsThe story of my lifeI take her homeI drive all nightTo keep her warm and timeIs frozenThe story of my life, I give her hope (give her hope)I spend her love until she's broken insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeI’m from CT ahahahaI’m from CT ahahahaI found this in the internet lmaoohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhniggas in paris niggniggas in paris niggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisI-I-I'm not even in this class either...State: never seen two pretty bestfriendsFreak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Freak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Jose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.5.Not to good he didnt go to his funeral because he was sad about what happened and he wanted to stay in his room.6.He wrote it in memory of freak so he woudnt forget about him and to always remember him and to remember the adventures they had in the past.Titleuploadlinksearch_webcameramore_horizdeleteWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zonehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videoshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videos SUB TO SWAQLOL ON YTFFFFFFppppsubscribe to swaqlol on yt FFFFFFFFFFFFFFcum opcum opvumspoiler alertspoiler alertEVERYONE DIES AT THE END!!!!! A MEATEOR DESTROYS THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!cum daddy i have ur ip zaddycum daddy i have ur ip zaddyWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneniggas in paris niggerniggas in paris niggerWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneNever Gonna Give you upNever Gonna Give you up[Verse 1]We're no strangers to loveYou know the rules and so do IA full commitment's what I'm thinking ofYou wouldn't get this from any other guy[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Verse 2]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]And if you ask me how I'm feelingDon't tell me you're too blind to see[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Post-Chorus]Ooh (Give you up)Ooh-ooh (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)[Bridge]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youur mom ur momniggas in parisnot even in thisnot even in this3/3/213/3/21OMG IS THAT JOE MOM?!?? NO WAY OMG HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM A BIG FAN!!!!!!!!Joe's motherJoe's motherI heard you talking about me -_-BILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYBILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYoh yeahhaahahh~~~JadeJadesup random dudesminecraft is goodminecraft is goodumumchile anyways soooI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)niggas in parisniggas in parisJose Jose 2.Only one timJoseJose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.Mickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvys sooo more_vert I ain'ys sooomore_vertI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)more_vertniggas in parisniggas in parismore_vertMickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvmore_verti aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly more_vertidk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafi aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly idk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafethis💞ones👑for✨the🧸bothis💞ones👑for✨the🧸boys😂with🤩the💀boomin'👁system🦔top🦆down✊🏽ac🍄with👽the🛹coolin'🦖system💅🏽 hhStory of my lifeStory of my lifeWritten in these walls are the stories that I can't explainI leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for daysShe told me in the morningShe don't feel the same about us in her bonesIt seems to me that when I dieThese words will be written on my stoneAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe ground beneath my feet is open wideThe way that I been holdin' on too tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)Written on these walls areThe colors that I can't changeLeave my heart openBut it stays right here in its cageI know that in the morning nowI see us in the light upon a hillAlthough I am broken, my heart is untamed, stillAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe fire beneath my feet is burning brightThe way that I've been holdin' on so tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I'll take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)And I've been waiting for this time to come aroundBut, baby, running after you is like chasing the cloudsThe story of my lifeI take her homeI drive all nightTo keep her warm and timeIs frozenThe story of my life, I give her hope (give her hope)I spend her love until she's broken insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeI’m from CT ahahahaI’m from CT ahahahaI found this in the internet lmaoohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhniggas in paris niggniggas in paris niggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisI-I-I'm not even in this class either...State: never seen two pretty bestfriendsFreak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Freak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Jose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.5.Not to good he didnt go to his funeral because he was sad about what happened and he wanted to stay in his room.6.He wrote it in memory of freak so he woudnt forget about him and to always remember him and to remember the adventures they had in the past.Titleuploadlinksearch_webcameramore_horizdeleteWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zonehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videoshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videos SUB TO SWAQLOL ON YTFFFFFFppppsubscribe to swaqlol on yt FFFFFFFFFFFFFFcum opcum opvumspoiler alertspoiler alertEVERYONE DIES AT THE END!!!!! A MEATEOR DESTROYS THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!cum daddy i have ur ip zaddycum daddy i have ur ip zaddyWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneniggas in paris niggerniggas in paris niggerWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneNever Gonna Give you upNever Gonna Give you up[Verse 1]We're no strangers to loveYou know the rules and so do IA full commitment's what I'm thinking ofYou wouldn't get this from any other guy[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Verse 2]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]And if you ask me how I'm feelingDon't tell me you're too blind to see[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Post-Chorus]Ooh (Give you up)Ooh-ooh (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)[Bridge]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youur mom ur momniggas in parisnot even in thisnot even in this3/3/213/3/21OMG IS THAT JOE MOM?!?? NO WAY OMG HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM A BIG FAN!!!!!!!!Joe's motherJoe's motherI heard you talking about me -_-BILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYBILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYoh yeahhaahahh~~~JadeJadesup random dudesminecraft is goodminecraft is goodumumchile anyways soooI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)niggas in parisniggas in parisJose Jose 2.Only one timJoseJose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.Mickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvys sooo more_vert I ain'ys sooomore_vertI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)more_vertniggas in parisniggas in parismore_vertMickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvmore_verti aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly more_vertidk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafi aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly idk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafethis💞ones👑for✨the🧸bothis💞ones👑for✨the🧸boys😂with🤩the💀boomin'👁system🦔top🦆down✊🏽ac🍄with👽the🛹coolin'🦖system💅🏽 hhStory of my lifeStory of my lifeWritten in these walls are the stories that I can't explainI leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for daysShe told me in the morningShe don't feel the same about us in her bonesIt seems to me that when I dieThese words will be written on my stoneAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe ground beneath my feet is open wideThe way that I been holdin' on too tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)Written on these walls areThe colors that I can't changeLeave my heart openBut it stays right here in its cageI know that in the morning nowI see us in the light upon a hillAlthough I am broken, my heart is untamed, stillAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe fire beneath my feet is burning brightThe way that I've been holdin' on so tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I'll take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)And I've been waiting for this time to come aroundBut, baby, running after you is like chasing the cloudsThe story of my lifeI take her homeI drive all nightTo keep her warm and timeIs frozenThe story of my life, I give her hope (give her hope)I spend her love until she's broken insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeI’m from CT ahahahaI’m from CT ahahahaI found this in the internet lmaoohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhniggas in paris niggniggas in paris niggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisI-I-I'm not even in this class either...State: never seen two pretty bestfriendsFreak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Freak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Jose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.5.Not to good he didnt go to his funeral because he was sad about what happened and he wanted to stay in his room.6.He wrote it in memory of freak so he woudnt forget about him and to always remember him and to remember the adventures they had in the past.Titleuploadlinksearch_webcameramore_horizdeleteWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zonehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videoshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videos SUB TO SWAQLOL ON YTFFFFFFppppsubscribe to swaqlol on yt FFFFFFFFFFFFFFcum opcum opvumspoiler alertspoiler alertEVERYONE DIES AT THE END!!!!! A MEATEOR DESTROYS THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!cum daddy i have ur ip zaddycum daddy i have ur ip zaddyWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneniggas in paris niggerniggas in paris niggerWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneNever Gonna Give you upNever Gonna Give you up[Verse 1]We're no strangers to loveYou know the rules and so do IA full commitment's what I'm thinking ofYou wouldn't get this from any other guy[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Verse 2]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]And if you ask me how I'm feelingDon't tell me you're too blind to see[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Post-Chorus]Ooh (Give you up)Ooh-ooh (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)[Bridge]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youur mom ur momniggas in parisnot even in thisnot even in this3/3/213/3/21OMG IS THAT JOE MOM?!?? NO WAY OMG HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM A BIG FAN!!!!!!!!Joe's motherJoe's motherI heard you talking about me -_-BILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYBILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYoh yeahhaahahh~~~JadeJadesup random dudesminecraft is goodminecraft is goodumumchile anyways soooI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)niggas in parisniggas in parisJose Jose 2.Only one timJoseJose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.Mickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvys sooo more_vert I ain'ys sooomore_vertI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)more_vertniggas in parisniggas in parismore_vertMickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvmore_verti aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly more_vertidk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafi aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly idk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafethis💞ones👑for✨the🧸bothis💞ones👑for✨the🧸boys😂with🤩the💀boomin'👁system🦔top🦆down✊🏽ac🍄with👽the🛹coolin'🦖system💅🏽 hhStory of my lifeStory of my lifeWritten in these walls are the stories that I can't explainI leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for daysShe told me in the morningShe don't feel the same about us in her bonesIt seems to me that when I dieThese words will be written on my stoneAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe ground beneath my feet is open wideThe way that I been holdin' on too tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)Written on these walls areThe colors that I can't changeLeave my heart openBut it stays right here in its cageI know that in the morning nowI see us in the light upon a hillAlthough I am broken, my heart is untamed, stillAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe fire beneath my feet is burning brightThe way that I've been holdin' on so tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I'll take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)And I've been waiting for this time to come aroundBut, baby, running after you is like chasing the cloudsThe story of my lifeI take her homeI drive all nightTo keep her warm and timeIs frozenThe story of my life, I give her hope (give her hope)I spend her love until she's broken insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeI’m from CT ahahahaI’m from CT ahahahaI found this in the internet lmaoohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhniggas in paris niggniggas in paris niggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisI-I-I'm not even in this class either...State: never seen two pretty bestfriendsFreak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Freak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Jose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.5.Not to good he didnt go to his funeral because he was sad about what happened and he wanted to stay in his room.6.He wrote it in memory of freak so he woudnt forget about him and to always remember him and to remember the adventures they had in the past.Titleuploadlinksearch_webcameramore_horizdeleteWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zonehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videoshttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVsDXp07hSwyX6ALm83YGPg/videos SUB TO SWAQLOL ON YTFFFFFFppppsubscribe to swaqlol on yt FFFFFFFFFFFFFFcum opcum opvumspoiler alertspoiler alertEVERYONE DIES AT THE END!!!!! A MEATEOR DESTROYS THE EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!cum daddy i have ur ip zaddycum daddy i have ur ip zaddyWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneniggas in paris niggerniggas in paris niggerWe're gonna skate to one song and one song only(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBut first niggas gotta find meWhat's 50 grand to a muhfucka like meCan you please remind me?Ball so hard, this shit crazyY'all don't know that don't shit phase meThe Nets could go 0-82 and I look at You like this shit gravyBall so hard, this shit weirdWe ain't even supposed to be hereBall so hard, but since we hereIt's only right that we be fairPsycho, I'm liable to go MichaelTake your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tockAudemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocksBall so hard, I'm shocked tooI'm supposed to be locked up tooYou escaped what I've escapedYou'd be in Paris getting fucked up tooBall so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice For like 6 daysGold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J'sSo ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet YeChi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BKBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meThat shit cray, that shit cray, that shit crayShe said Ye can we get married at the mall?I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ballCome and meet me in the bathroom stallAnd show me why you deserve to have it allBall so hardThat shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?Ball so hardWhat she order (what she order), fish filetBall so hardYour whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thingBall so hardAct like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this againBougie girl, grab her handFuck that bitch she don't wanna danceExcuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask meCause I was him I would have married Kate & AshleyWhat's Gucci my nigga?What's Louis my killa?What's drugs my deala?What's that jacket, Margiela?Doctors say I'm the illestCause I'm suffering from realnessGot my niggas in ParisAnd they going gorillas, huh!I don't even know what that means(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)No, it's not, it's gross(It gets the people going!)Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meBall so hard muhfuckas wanna fine meYou are now watching the throneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThese other niggas is lyin'Actin' like the summer ain't mineI got that hot bitch in my homeYou know how many hot bitches I own?Don't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneDon't let me get in my zoneThe stars is in the buildingThey hands is to the ceilingI know I'm bout to kill itHow you know, I got that feelingYou are now watching the throneDon't let me into my zoneDon't let me into my zoneI'm definitely in my zoneNever Gonna Give you upNever Gonna Give you up[Verse 1]We're no strangers to loveYou know the rules and so do IA full commitment's what I'm thinking ofYou wouldn't get this from any other guy[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Verse 2]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]And if you ask me how I'm feelingDon't tell me you're too blind to see[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt you[Post-Chorus]Ooh (Give you up)Ooh-ooh (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)Ooh-oohNever gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up)[Bridge]We've known each other for so longYour heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say itInside, we both know what's been going onWe know the game, and we're gonna play it[Pre-Chorus]I just wanna tell you how I'm feelingGotta make you understand[Chorus]Never gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youNever gonna give you upNever gonna let you downNever gonna run around and desert youNever gonna make you cryNever gonna say goodbyeNever gonna tell a lie and hurt youur mom ur momniggas in parisnot even in thisnot even in this3/3/213/3/21OMG IS THAT JOE MOM?!?? NO WAY OMG HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM A BIG FAN!!!!!!!!Joe's motherJoe's motherI heard you talking about me -_-BILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYBILL NYE YOUR MOMS A GUYoh yeahhaahahh~~~JadeJadesup random dudesminecraft is goodminecraft is goodumumchile anyways soooI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)niggas in parisniggas in parisJose Jose 2.Only one timJoseJose2.Only  one time but the last time he went security jumped on top of him.3.He wants max to write about all there adventures.4.Because he started to get worried about freak.Mickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvys sooo more_vert I ain'ys sooomore_vertI ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)I ain't never seen two pretty best friends...one of them always gotta be ugly.. ;)more_vertniggas in parisniggas in parismore_vertMickey Shannon is myMickey Shannon is my mommmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhdhhsfhhdshfehwfvmore_verti aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly more_vertidk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafi aint never seen toi aint never seen to pretty bestfriends, its always one of them that got to be ugly idk this class but fidk this class but follow my tiktok ;) @.t0adsafethis💞ones👑for✨the🧸bothis💞ones👑for✨the🧸boys😂with🤩the💀boomin'👁system🦔top🦆down✊🏽ac🍄with👽the🛹coolin'🦖system💅🏽 hhStory of my lifeStory of my lifeWritten in these walls are the stories that I can't explainI leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for daysShe told me in the morningShe don't feel the same about us in her bonesIt seems to me that when I dieThese words will be written on my stoneAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe ground beneath my feet is open wideThe way that I been holdin' on too tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)Written on these walls areThe colors that I can't changeLeave my heart openBut it stays right here in its cageI know that in the morning nowI see us in the light upon a hillAlthough I am broken, my heart is untamed, stillAnd I'll be gone, gone tonightThe fire beneath my feet is burning brightThe way that I've been holdin' on so tightWith nothing in betweenThe story of my life, I'll take her homeI drive all night to keep her warm and timeIs frozen (the story of, the story of)The story of my life, I give her hopeI spend her love until she's broke insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)And I've been waiting for this time to come aroundBut, baby, running after you is like chasing the cloudsThe story of my lifeI take her homeI drive all nightTo keep her warm and timeIs frozenThe story of my life, I give her hope (give her hope)I spend her love until she's broken insideThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeThe story of my life (the story of, the story of)The story of my lifeI’m from CT ahahahaI’m from CT ahahahaI found this in the internet lmaoohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhniggas in paris niggniggas in paris niggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisniggas in parisI-I-I'm not even in this class either...State: never seen two pretty bestfriendsFreak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Freak did not deserve to die!!!!!!!Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?Eminem - Rap god.This song holds the Guinness Book of World Records in which Eminem is commended for the most words in a hit single, 'Rap God', totalling 1,560 words in 6 minutes, 4 seconds.Just check out the lyricsLook, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelingsBut I'm only going to get this one chance(Six minutes, six minutes)Something's wrong, I can feel it(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)Just a feeling I've gotLike something's about to happenBut I don't know whatIf that means, what I think it means, we're in troubleBig trouble. And if he is as bananas as you sayI'm not taking any chancesYou were just what the doctor ordered[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot[Verse 1:]But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genesI got a laptop in my back pocketMy pen'll go off when I half-cock itGot a fat knot from that rap profitMade a living and a killing off itEver since Bill Clinton was still in officeWith Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsackI'm an MC still as honestBut as rude and as indecent as all hellSyllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hopYou don't really wanna get into a pissing matchWith this rappity-rapPacking a mack in the back of the Acbackpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yackand at the exact same timeI attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing thatI'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' tableOver the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in halfOnly realized it was ironicI was signed to Aftermath after the factHow could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombsFeel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time periodHere's a Maxi-PadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah[Chorus:]'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard[Verse 2:]Everybody want the key and the secret to rapImmortality like I have gotWell, to be truthful the blueprint'sSimply rage and youthful exuberanceEverybody loves to root for a nuisanceHit the earth like an asteroidand did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)MC's get taken to school with this music'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'Now I lead a New School full of studentsMe? Me, I'm a product of RakimLakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, RenYella, Eazy, thank you, they got SlimInspired enough to one day grow upBlow up and being in a positionTo meet Run-D.M.C. and induct themInto the motherfuckin' Rock n'Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the churchAnd burst in a ball of flamesOnly Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fameOn the wall of shameYou fags think it's all a game'Til I walk a flock of flamesOff a plank andTell me what in the fuck are you thinking?Little gay looking boySo gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boyYou're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gatheringAnd take place looking boyOy vey, that boy's gayThat's all they say looking boyYou get a thumbs up, pat on the backAnd a "way to go" from your label every day looking boyHey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boyI'mma work for everything I haveNever asked nobody for shitGit out my face looking boyBasically boy you're never gonna be capableof keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause[Chorus:]I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodThe way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, NascarDale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash GodKneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard[Verse 3:]So you'll be Thor and I'll be OdinYou rodent, I'm omnipotentLet off then I'm reloadingImmediately with these bombs I'm totin'And I should not be wokenI'm the walking deadBut I'm just a talking head, a zombie floatingBut I got your mom deep throatingI'm out my Ramen NoodleWe have nothing in common, poodleI'm a Doberman, pinch yourselfIn the arm and pay homage, pupilIt's meMy honesty's brutalBut it's honestly futile if I don't utilizeWhat I do though for goodAt least once in a while so I wanna make sureSomewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodleEnough rhymes toMaybe try to help get some people through tough timesBut I gotta keep a few punchlinesJust in case 'cause even you unsignedRappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtimeI know there was a time where once IWas king of the undergroundBut I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grindSo I crunch rhymesBut sometimes when you combineAppeal with the skin color of mineYou get too big and here they come trying toCensor you like that one line I saidOn "I'm Back" from the Mathers LPOne when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from ColumbinePut 'em all in a lineAdd an AK-47, a revolver and a nineSee if I get away with it nowThat I ain't as big as I was, but I'mMorphin' into an immortal coming through the portalYou're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four thoughAnd I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme forYou're pointless as RapunzelWith fucking cornrowsYou write normal, fuck being normalAnd I just bought a new ray gun from the futureJust to come and shoot yaLike when Fabulous made Ray J mad'Cause Fab said he looked like a fagAt Mayweather's pad singin' to a manWhile he play pianoMan, oh man, that was the 24/7 specialOn the cable channelSo Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a humanWhat I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhumanInnovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say isRicochet in off a me and it'll glue to youAnd I'm devastating more than ever demonstratingHow to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitatingNever fading, and I know that haters are forever waitingFor the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivatedI make elevating musicYou make elevator music"Oh, he's too mainstream."Well, that's what they doWhen they get jealous, they confuse it"It's not hip hop, it's pop."'Cause I found a hella way to fuse itWith rock, shock rap with DocThrow on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose itI don't know how to make songs like thatI don't know what words to useLet me know when it occurs to youWhile I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus youIt's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' youHow many verses I gotta murder toProve that if you were half as nice,your songs you could sacrifice virgins toUnghh, school flunky, pill junkyBut look at the accolades these skills brung meFull of myself, but still hungryI bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind toWhen I'm a million leagues above youIll when I speak in tonguesBut it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck youI'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheelI'm asleep in the front seatBumping Heavy D and the Boys"Still chunky, but funky"But in my head there's somethingI can feel tugging and strugglingAngels fight with devils andHere's what they want from meThey're asking me to eliminate some of the women hateBut if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I hadThen you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situationAnd understand the discriminationBut fuck itLife's handing you lemonsMake lemonade thenBut if I can't batter the womenHow the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?Don't mistake him for SatanIt's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseasAnd take a vacation to trip a broadAnd make her fall on her face andDon't be a retard, be a king?Think notWhy be a king when you can be a God?fwda