Released on April 18, 2000

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[Intro: Eminem]

Get back, get back

You better get back, get back, back

You better get back, get back

You better get back, get back back

You better

Get back, get back

You better get back, get back, back

You better get back, get back

You better get back, get back back

You better


[Verse 1: Proof]

Doing a box of doctrine, on stomping oxygen

After 10, put a fork to your optic lens

Hitting wit a sudden force

Leave your boy laying in the same puddle of blood as yours, when I flood his porch

Smuggle a gun in court and shoot the judge

Easily reduce a thug to a future scrub

A double-deuce wit' slugs, I'm Proof on drugs

We'll turn you to a rapper that we used to love

Have you on medicine cabinet pills

Grabbing the steel, leaping over buildings that haven't been built

I'm not the best yet 'cause I haven't been killed

I'm laughing at you faggot-ass rapping for deals, you better


[Chorus: Eminem]

Get back, get back

You better get back, get back back

You better get back, get back

You better get back, get back back

You better get back, get back

You better get back, get back back

You better get back, get back

You better get back, get back back

You better


[Verse 2: Eminem]

I'm disappointed in my dentist appointment

He only gave me the fucking gas for thirty minutes this morning

Went to the hospital to get a chest X-ray

Checked out the next day in a dress with a sex change

I'm having a bad day

My fucking dad's gay, 

I hate fags, and I'm fucking mad 'cause I don't have AIDS

All I want to do is die

I tried suicide six times and couldn't even do it right

Collapsed, had a relapse and called three cabs

And had to be dragged back to rehab with bloody kneecaps

Enrolled myself in a twelve-step program

Tripped on the first step and got pinned down in a choke slam

I swear to God, this Pac poster comes any closer

I'm kicking this whole fucking wall over

Two more shots and it's all over

I'm all over this wall, trying not to fall over


[Verse 3: Bizarre]

BLOAW BLOAW!

Shots in broad day

("BIZARRE, THAT'S YOUR MOM!")

The bitch shouldn't have been in the way

Me, Shady, and Mike fucking a hermaphrodite

My little sister was a virgin 'til late last night

High as a kite off of stick of sherm

Put your mother in a full-nelson while my boys take turns

A unabomber trying to escape this country

Tell O.J. he better be coming up wit' my money

Bizarre goes commercial? Nigga, you can forget it

Bitch suck my *dick* – that is the radio edit

I'm quick to smack the shit out of a foe

I ain't had pussy in a while, I'm too busy fucking assholes

Battle me? You better go eat your vegetables

I'm iller than a Muslim eating a pork hot dog at an African festival

This shit is serious, watch me sniff 'cane

Resort to pain and fuck a bitch barely potty-trained


[Outro: Eminem]

Get back, get back

You better get back, get back back

You better get back, get back

You better get back, get back back

You better get the FUCK back

Get back, get back

You better get back, get back back

You better get back, get back

You better get back, get back back

You better get the FUCK back

Get back, get back

You better get back, get back back

You better get back, get back

You better get back, get back back

You better get the FUCK back

Get back, get back

You better get back, get back back

You better get back, get back

You better get back, get back back

You better get the FUCK back