Like My Shit
[Intro: Eminem]
Yeah, yeah
D.a. got that dope
[Verse 1: Eminem]
My dad died (Aw), he's still on my bad side (Haha)
That's how I know that I'm back on my sh*t (How?), 'cause I'm that fly
Call me the Titanic (Why?), 'cause I've been known to f**k up entire crews (Crews)
Treat like your clique like tryin' on fitted hats (Fitted hats), I'm capsizin' you (Like a waiter)
Like a waiter would do with a tray of food, haters, you cater to 'em
I talk my sh*t, better back it up, take the hate and I make it fuel
Nothing else left to say or do, got dessert, a fork, plate and spoon
Must put my money whеre my mouth is 'cause I got my cake and I atе it too (Ate it), b**ch
[Chorus: NASAAN & Eminem]
But they bite off of this, 'cause they like my sh*t
No f**ks, take offense, but you like that sh*t
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She'll fight over dick, 'cause she like my sh*t
They bite off of this, 'cause they like my sh*t
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Eminem & NASAAN]
b**ch, you got one television (One set), and the one that you have is cheap (Have is cheap)
It's like when they test your blood (Test your blood), that sh*t is a plasma screen (A plasma screen)
My house is like Alfred E. Neuman (Alfred E. Neuman), b**ch, I got mad TV's (Mad TV's)
I got a whole lotta issues (Whole lotta issues), and MAD magazines (Magazines; prr)
Turn the thermostat all the way up, only way you're gonna blast the heat (Blast the heat)
Call you leisurewear like V-necks, all y'all just causalities (Causalities)
Critics I don't rap to please (Rap to please), they be like that brand of greens (Brand of greens)
Label them Del Monte (Monte), cos everyone you can't appease (Can't appease)
Huh
[Chorus: NASAAN & Eminem]
But they bite off of this, 'cause they like my sh*t
No f**ks, take offense, but you like that sh*t
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She'll fight over dick, 'cause she like my sh*t
They bite off of this, 'cause they like my sh*t
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Came up in a world that never (What?) really gave a cr*p about me (Yeah)
Two months my dad was outie, blew up, he bragged about me
Talk about seizin' the moment, it's like I have the lowries
I got jumped at Checkers (Rally's), but across the board, they game had to crown me
Man, I swear this sh*t is a trip, similar to a family outing
When I look back at how these kids in my class would clown me
Said I'm just a huge waste, well, that must make these rappers belts
Because they often so small they won't even rap around me
Expect me to get in like a sinkhole (What?)
Stink hoe, b**ch no, I don't think so
Like Cool J 'Back To Cali'
What am I nuts? But I have no boundaries
If you get in my way, I'ma bury ya
Like a barricade around this area
They call me the grand can*l be-
'Cause I'll be damned if rap ain't damned without me
Keepin' it grand like a damn finale
Coup De Grace as I shot to superstardom
Who'd have thought with my medulla oblangata
Screwed up, thoughts could do to toddlers
But I grew up on ramen noodles
Combination of post trauma due to mama
Got me off my rocker, human lama
But everything is not hakuna matata
But I pour my heart into the ink and these letters
I tear you apart as I piece it together
How am I so sick if I keep getting better?
b**ch, you ain't f**king with me at this ever
You got no cheese and no cheddar
You need some geese to at least get your bread up
I hit your b**ch up like Pac
Told her to please keep her head up
'Cause she was sucking my dick in the jeep
When we met up
I show up like you just said speak of the devil
The devil is speaking, "Now shut up," now shut up
I'm trying to take rappers heads off
I'm out for blood like the Red Cross
Turn your GPS off and get lost
This TEC is not for no TED Talk
But every word that come from my lip bomb (Balm) like I'm chapstick
See me as a motherf**kin' compact disc, bombastic
I'm ahead of my time and my watch fast, b**ch, I'm strapped, safety off that b**ch
Hop back with this Papermate, the pen will be the only thing that I'm not cappin'
But I got your damn jaw jackin', used to write my raps on napkins
Too much paper, now I'm stackin', you can't take it like dog aspirin
Ain't alcohol, but I'm strong as it, if rap was liquor this song has it
So if you don't wanna get wasted, these aren't the bars you'll wanna take shots at then
[Chorus: NASAAN]
They bite off of this, 'cause they like my sh*t
No f**ks, take offense, but you like that sh*t
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She'll fight over dick, 'cause she like my sh*t
They bite off of this, 'cause they like my sh*t
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
