[Verse 1: Eminem]

I'm keeping it raw

Illegal like Malik and Jamal

Cause I don't believe in the law

Like I'm Steven Seagal

Flipping off the police while I'm leaping the wall

Take some Tylenol then fall asleep in the mall

Got your little son, you'll be receiving a call

You're lucky this little punk's still breathing at all

Fuck the world, this is how I get even at y'all

Popped sick and rolled up, and leave in the vault

I'll hit you in the mouth and stick your teeth in your jaw

You won't be able to eat shit, not even a malt

It's lethal assault

It's giving you a reason to stall

Cocking this deuce deuce and I'm squeezing it off

At the first burp and a fart

A sniffle, a sneeze, and a cough

Get your arm chewed off

Like you was teasing a dog

I'm cold enough and hot enough to freeze and then thaw

I kicked my girl out in ten degrees in a bra

You faggots turn yellow like the trees in the fall

I'm shitting on rappers

"Where's Shady?"

He's in the stall

All that's left of your niece is a piece of her doll

And all that's left of her puppy is a leash and a paw

Motherfucker

[Hook]

You must be crazy

If you want to fade me

You must be crazy

If you want to fade me

[Verse 2: Hot Karl]

WUH-OHH! I bet Jimmy Iovine's scared

Hot Karl and Eminem, same song: nightmare

But let's break the rules and be a rebel instead

And jack unused lyrics from rappers who aren't even dead

Thank you Rectangle for these sixteen bars

With a track so sick you can use 'em as SARS

Too many rappers think they're 2Pac and they should stop

Unless it's him in Poetic Justice, workin' a post office

Then you quit rap dog, proving your pedigree

Is questionable, like Da Brat's femininity

I'm not a gangster, I'm just trying to live

And take you back to the days like Garbage Pail Kids

I'm playing the bigs, your whole game is sloppy

Only time you're rocking cyphers is when you get bukkake'd

Yeah, it's Hot Karl, I'm going for broke

I guess a hit is still a hit: sorry, Interscope!

[Hook]

You must be crazy

If you want to fade me

You must be crazy

If you want to fade me

[Verse 3: Dree]

An ass-whippin'

That's what Dree's givin'

Tighter with my flow than what most niggas is spittin'

I'm the one packing a MAC in the back of a black truck

While y'all niggas be sleeping you need to be peeping a color

Slam through your speakers

Hit one of the tweeters

Lyrical styles I disperse is harder than your peter

{Wait, how did she know?}

You better ask them about me

I hit 'em up, get 'em up

Then I spit 'em up like loogies

Fucking around? Test me

I'll hex you like a voodoo

Get an ass like Charmin and flush you like a poo poo

Lyrical Smith & Wesson is ready, I got my shotty

Cause when I get to spitting I'm leaving bodies like Gotti

The head banging Madonna's coming like them nigga

Only difference is? Female is my gender

What

Y'all heard me

[Hook]

You must be crazy

If you want to fade me

You must be crazy

If you want to fade me

You must be crazy

If you want to fade me

You must be crazy

If you want to fade me