3 Verses Lyrics - Eminem

I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless 

Patrolling corners 

Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters 

I'm meaner in action 

Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer 

And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments 

I grew up in the wild hood 

As a hazardous youth 

With a fucked up childhood 

That I used as an excuse 

And aint shit changed 

But kept the same mindstate 

Since the third time that I failed 9th grade 

You probably think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it 

I don't promote violence I just encourage it 

I laugh at the sight of death 

As I fall down a cement flight of steps 

And land inside a bed of spider webs 

So throw caution to the wind 

You and a friend 

Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again 

Shit, why not? Blow your brain out 

I'm blowing mine out 

Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now 

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It's only fair to warn 

I was born with a set of horns 

And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord 

Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board 

That smashed into your Honda Accord 

With a 4 door Ford 

But a more toward (?) droppin an accapella 

The choppa (?) fella 

The mozarella 

Worse than a hellacopta propella 

Got you locked in the cella 

With your skeleton showing 

Developing anorexia 

While I'm standin next to ya 

Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death 

With an IV in your veins 

Feeding you liquid darvicet 

Pumping you full of drugs 

Pull the plugs 

On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs 

Who were picked up in an ambulance 

And driven 

To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants 

And given 

A less than 20 percent chance 

Of living 

Have a possible placement 

It's a hospital patient 

Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement 

Doctor Kevorkian has arrived 

To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!" 

Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp 

And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth 

Better call the fire department 

I've hired a arson 

To set fire to carpet 

And burn up your entire apartment 

I'm a liar to start shit (?) 

Got your bitch wrapped around my dick 

So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit 

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Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg 

Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg 

Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40 

Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D 

Fuck an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead 

Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead 

No more said case closed end of discussion 

I'm blowin up like spontaneous human combustion 

Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas 

Cross the bombas 

We blowin up your house killing your parents 

and coming back to get your foster mommas 

And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus 

Cause I aint making no more threats 

I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets 

I'm more or less sick in the head 

Maybe more cause I smoked crack 

today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath 

Walk the block with a labrador 

Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador 

Foul style galore 

Verbal cow manure 

Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure