[Eminem]
Eminem, real name Marshall Mathers

[Me]
Two Issaquah boys go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
Two Issaquah boys go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside

Guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, this is the end
Guess who's back, guess who's back?
Guess who's back, guess who's back?

You created a monster, 'cause nobody wants to
See Marshall no more they want fuckin' Shady
You're a weapon of musical destruction
Well if they want Shady, then this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of uranium mixed with some hard liquor
Some H-bomb that will start a heart attack quicker
Then a shock when you get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when you're not cooperating
When you're humping the table while he's operating, hey
You waited this long to stop debating
'Cause I'm cool, I'm in school and contemplating
I know you got a job Ms. Cheney
But your husband's heart problem is complicated
So the FBI won't let me be
Or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me up to keep us "free"
But if anyone hates you, it's me
So cum on Kim's tits, hate on your lips
Shut up asshole you can't rap shit
And get ready 'cause this is about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, fuck you, Emmy!

Now this is not a job for you
So give it up, bitch, you are through
I don't want nothin' to do with you
'Cause it feels so awesome without you

Little hellions kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prisoners helpless
'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells "BITCH"
A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution
Pollutin' the air waves a rebel
Go ahead motherfucker revel and bask
In the fact that you got everyone kissing your white ass
And it's a disaster such a catastrophe
For us to see so damn much of your ass I'll yell at you
Well you're back (na-na na-na na-na na-na) fix their bent antennae
Tune it in and then you're gonna enter
Into the drum of their ears like a splinter
The center of attention back for the winter
You ain't interesting, the worst thing since wrestling
Infesting in the kids' ears and nesting
Testing "Attention Please"
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions you G
Here's your 50 Cent back your money is glue
A nuisance, fuck off, you're gonna lose

[Chorus]

A tisk-it a task-it,
I go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this and that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick will never get his ass kicked
Better than them little Limp Bizkit the-fuck-are-theys
And Marshall, you can get stomped by Moby
You homophobe piece of white trash blow me
You don't know me, you're too whacked
Let it go it's over, only losers listen to your rap
Now let's go, just give me the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes man it just seems
Everybody only wants to be discussing
So this must mean you're disgusting
But it's not just me, you're just obscene
Though you're not the first king of controversy
You are the worst thing since those imitation Presleys
To do black music so selfishly
And use it to get yourself wealthy
Hey there's a concept that don't work
20 million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the blue
It will be so awesome without you

[Chorus]

Unfortunately, in every contest, there must be a loser
Loo-hoo, se-her