Can I B**** Lyrics - Raw & Uncut - Eminem

Uncle Marshall! 

Will you tell us a bedtime story? 

Here we go... 

Now once upon a time not long ago 

There was a little rapper about to blow 

But his album came and it was not good 

I think it went lead or double copper wood 

So the silly little fans they were mislead 

By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop head 

"Me and you, 'Clef, we're gonna make some cash 

Grab the silver paint and let's paint my ass" 

Hey mister, would ya care to bare witness to 

The ass-whippin' I'm about to administer 

To this ass-kissin' little vaginal blister 

Stanabis, little Marshall Mathers' sister 

And in this corner, we have the mister 

Not havin' it, it's the mad sinister 

Dr. Evil with his bag of tricks for 

this little antagonist faggot dick-suckin' 

Ex-LL Cool J fan from Windsor 

I'm 'bout to murder little Kenny fag Keniff-sta 

You bastard I ain't wanna have to diss ya 

Canabis, where the fuck you at? I miss ya! 

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Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch 

Where for art thou Can-i-bitch? 

Please tell me what happened with 

That style that you were rappin' with 

Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch 

Are you from Los Angeles 

New York or just a janitor 

From Canada? Oh Can-i-bitch 

Now at first I ain't really understand the shit 

Picture me for a second and imagine it 

Chillin' in the Bat-Mansion and relaxin' 

When all a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanners 

It's Can-i-bitch on some "Stan Lives" shit 

It creeped me out at first. Man this is sick 

For me, being just a sick, this conflict 

Gets my dick harder than arithmetic 

And I know how you jealous ones envy 

I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me 

The first two letters you were tellin' me shit 

Like you respect me, like any other regular MC 

The third letter you ask how come I ain't return 

None of the messages at Shady Records you left me 

The fourth letter: "Slim, you really startin' to upset me!" 

The fifth letter told me you were comin' to get me 

The sixth letter there's a bomb threat in our building 

This crazy motherfucker's really tryin' to kill me! 

So I went back and read the first few letters that said 

Some shit about a message you left 

Oh shit, that's not an "E" that's an "A" 

This dude wants to leave me a "massage," he's gay!! 

Right away I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre 

We got a bogey! (Marshall I'm on the way) 

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Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch 

Where for art thou Can-i-bitch? 

Please tell me what happened with 

That style that you were rappin' with 

Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch 

Are you from Los Angeles 

New York or just a janitor 

From Canada? Oh Can-i-bitch 

So in two seconds flat Dre's at my crib 

The funny thing is we both know where this kid lives 

And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship 

Shit. Oh Dre, wait a mintue that's it 

All we gotta do is use a bit of turbo boost 

We can fly over the border "Let's go" 

So we're off to Toronto and we're gainin' speed 

(What was that? Oh) Jermaine Dupri 

Fuck It, keep goin' no time to waste 

Wait, backup hit him one more time in case 

Okay . fuck now he's draggin' under the car 

Oh well, only 30 more thousand miles 

Meanwhile me and Dre are tryin' to conversate 

Just tryin' to find a reason for the constant hate 

And tryin' to figure out what happened to 'Germaine Propaine' 

"He couldn't have fell off that hard" Ain't no way 

"What happened to the way you was rappin' when you was scandalous 

That Canibus turned into a television evangelist" 

Plus he raps with his regular voice 

(What was that?) Pet Shop Boys 

So we pull up to the where he last was spotted 

His corpse was still movin' but his ass was rotted 

He kinda smelled a little like Courtney Love 

I figure if I stick him with a fork he's done 

So I stabbed him twice, kept jabbin', Christ 

He won't die, this guy's like a battered wife 

He's like Kim, he keeps comin' back for more 

But he won't fight back I cracked his jaw 

Hold up, 'Bis quit foldin' up! 

Punch me in the chest! Make my shoulders touch! 

Do somethin'! At least one punchline 

C'mon till the meter reads 9-9-9- 

ty-nine percent of my fans are blonde 

'Bis c'mon answer me man respond! 

Tell me 'bout the sun rain moon and stars 

Intergalatical metaphors from Mars! 

Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs 

Bite another line from Redman's song! 

Suddenly the stub from a dead man's arm 

From a midget reaches out from under the car 

It's JD, this motherfucker won't die neither 

Dre starts sprayin' him with cans of ether 

We stomped the bitch and then stopmed the bitch again 

(Compton!) Detroit bitch! Talk some shit again! 

Stomp him! (switch feet) Stomp him! (switch again!) 

Dre alright he's dead dog, quit kickin him! 

I think Stanabis jumped off the again (Damn) 

He disappeared yo he's gone he did it again 

Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch 

Where for art thou Can-i-bitch? 

Please tell me what happened with 

That style that you were rappin' with 

Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch 

Are you from Los Angeles 

New York or just a janitor 

From Canada? Oh Can-i-bitch