[Verse 1]

One thousand different houses and Münchausen

I'ma make you wanna punch out

Some-fuckin'-one: "Ouch, what the fuck you hit me for?"

Screamed life as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger

I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown

Black hood with a scythe, shit, I laughed in his face, spit

Bitch gave me an extra life, like, "Take this

Now get your ass back in that game, bitch

Don't take shit for granted, and don't take shit, give it"

Only bull you should take is by the horns

A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor

I everlast, pen is mightier than sword

Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin' more

Nothing's ridin' on it but your pride, that's all you're fightin' for

So you fight, scratch, you claw, backs to wall

No one was there to catch you fall

You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off

You grab your balls like they're gargantuan and ask yourself how fuckin' bad you want it

Pull out your badge for whoopin' ass and flash it on 'em

Nobody's gonna back you in the corner, you're a hornet

No one's more ignorant than you, fuckin' four in the mornin'

You're at the laboratory, stormin' like there's nothin' that's more important

Emcees, you better consider this a formal warnin', you're in for it

Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain

And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face?

I ain't finished, bitch, I meant "in half", oil the blades

Nobody wants to play, they say I'm a spoiled lil' baby, but—

[Chorus]

Nobody puts baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll fuckin' flip on ya

'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll fuckin' flip on ya

[Verse 2]

What goes through an addict's brain besides static pain and Big Daddy Kane

Breakbeats and words? An erratic train of thought

Like splatter paint, scatter brain

Yeah, maybe that explains why you're back, but don't rap the same (Yeah)

And you're lookin' way thinner

'Cause your hunger got you lookin' like they took away dinner (Chicka)

"Sugar Ray" Leonard wouldn't sugar-coat a fuckin' booger, though

Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat

When you say you're a (Chicka) what? (Chicka) GOAT

Now fling that bitch from your fingertips

Hope it lands on another rap singer's lips who can't think of shit

Anything of wit that's interesting to spit, yo, who's king of this fuckin' English lit?

Let your middle fingers flip on each hand while extendin' the shit

How low can you go? Lower than Chuck D, ho

Hear the bassiness in my voice? Rocky's back, where my Adrians?

Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius

I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots to rap

I'm not a man, I'm a weapon

Who just happened to be a rapper, who just happen to be on the crapper

When it happened I had an epiphany in the bathroom

I'd never be the same after now I'm back with an appe-

-tite for destruction and a fuckin' recipe for disaster

So let's eat, 'cause I'm famished, every deed is a dastardly one

Evilest bastard, even you askin' for me to be po-

-lite to people's like me havin' my teeth pulled

[Chorus]

Nobody puts baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll fuckin' flip on ya

'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll fuckin' flip on ya

[Verse 3]

So step inside a dimension demented side of a mind that's like an inside of an engine

While I multiply your undivided attention

But be reminded: if I didn't mention

I lose my mind and my temper, you'll be the first one who finds him offensive

Got him climbin' the fences, lost some time to addiction

But look up "rhyme" in the dictio-

-nary, I'm in the picture

"Eminem" is the synonym for it, I'm an enigma

Fuck it, let's get to the meatballs, I'm gonna skip the

Veg' and potatoes, edumacator (They are)

Shit, legends are made of, spit treacherous data

Shit that you would say to your worst enemy

This wretched is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada

Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman

With methamphetamines in each left hand

In each right is a sledgehammer

In pajamas, standin' in front of a webcam

Beatin' themselves in the head 'til Russell lets him off Def Jam

Maybe I need my head exam-ed

Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb

Hangin' from his ceiling, drippin' with a bed pan

I need meds, swear to God, 'cause if I go off the edge

T.I. ain't talkin' me off the ledge, man (Ah)

Heart-throb that'll fart, ah, nah

More like a smart slob, part blob that'll stab you with a sharp ob-

-ject to the heart and leave claw marks all over the Walmart walls

Little baby with large balls

Fuck mud-slingin', I'm blood-flingin'

There's nothing on this fuckin' Earth better than bein' the king of the playground

I hate the swings, but I love bein' an underdog

'Cause when I'm pushed I end up swingin' (Ah)

[Chorus]

Nobody puts baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll fuckin' flip on ya

'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll fuckin' flip on ya