Get You Mad

Yo

Mic check (my dick!)

Testing, one, two, fuck

(My dick)

My nuts

My attitude is worse than NWA's was

I'll battle you over stupid shit

And dis people who ain't have shit to do with it

Like Cool J does (My tattoo!)

You see me standin' outside of your buildin'

Screamin': Puffy is good, but Slim Shady is for the children! (Hey, wait!)

I look at my life in a new light, fuck it

Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like

You'll probably hear me rap half-hearted

'Cause I don't like rap anyway

I'm just tryna get my porno career started (hell yeah)

Every place and event, Been there, done that

Shit, Dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went

Want a deal? Study these five chapters

Lesson one, throw demos as hard as you can at signed rappers

Lesson two, face 'em and dis 'em (what up dog?)

Don't give em a demo, kidnap 'em (I want you to come with me)

And make 'em come to your basement and listen (you're gonna fuckin' check this out)

Lesson three, get a job at a label, switch demos with Canibus

And put yours on the owner's table (here listen!)

Lesson four, know you heard this before

Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!

Don't act like a fan, you want to get signed?

Get the whitest A and R you can find

Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can

Lesson five, get a hook-up at Jive

Dress up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live

And that's the key, but when you see me on the street

I ain't givin' you shit bitch, don't even bother askin' me (get away from me)

Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when I'm spittin'

'Cause I'm always shittin' when I'm rappin' like Master P (uh)

Got a blow job from Paula Jones, and stuck it so far in her mouth

My balls broke both of her collarbones (ow!)

Told Mya this shit was all about me-ah (it's all about me)

Gave Alyssa Milano syphilis, mono and gonorrhea (you're a dick)

And all three of my main girls said see-ya

'Cause Brandy and Monica walked in and caught me fuckin' Aaliyah (what? Oh my God!)

I splish splash while I'm takin' a bath

Grab a handful of pills, break 'em in half, take 'em and laugh

White trash, fuckin' your wife in the ass (oh! Ooh Shady! Oooh!)

While you're out siphoning gas for your lawnmower to cut the grass

So if I hurt your self-esteem

And you get dissed too bad (yo why you diss me?)

You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad

And when I rap about a buncha shit you wished you had (a big dick!)

You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad

I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad!

You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad

He'll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad! (Nurse! Nurse!)

You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad

What a wonderful day, I should go outside and play

Ain't no need to sit inside the house and hibernate

Hi Renee! (Oh hi!) I was just about to toss a live grenade

In your driveway (what?) and drive away

Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS

Blood drippin' from it, rippin' your stomach like a paper mache

You talk a lot of shit, but you was never ill though

I'm sick enough to beat you to death with a feather pillow

Tipped over some cows, just for a joke and a laugh

Jumped up, choked a giraffe, snapped his neck and broke it in half

Wagin' wars, went on stage and sprayed Cage with Agent Orange

And wiped my ass with his page in Source (here!)

The demon is here, steamin' this year

I rip Mystikal's voice box out, scream in his ear

It's not a gimmick bitch, it's an image, I live it

Give a fuck? I don't know what a fuck is to give it

Yeah I don't think this guy is well, I'm high as hell

I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail

I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin'

Lay your nuts on the dresser

Just your nut-sack by itself

And bang them shits with a spiked bat

Cut your neck off and sew your head right back

And leave you like that

You just triggered the prick who just mixed liquor

Who's itchin' to leave you disfigured and stiffer than Christopher

Reeves, I was teething with strep throat

While your mother was breastfeeding

And gave her the flesh-eating disease

I'm iller than takin' a hammer and beatin' your knees

And walkin' through South Central LA, bleedin' in jeans (am I a blood or a crip?)

Wakin' up the next day in breathin' machines

Flashin' back to being shot and repeatin' the scenes

On how you just got smoked, and if you do live

You'll be too scared to tell it, like a Biggie and 'Pac joke

So if I hurt your self-esteem and you get dissed too bad

You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad

And when I rap about a fat bitch that you wished you had

You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad

I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad

You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad

He'll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad

You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad

I know that makes you real mad, don't it? (Uh-huh)

That's right, Slim Shady (yup) Sway and Tech

Sprayin' wreck (bitch)

And we don't give a heck (uh-uh)

Or a damn, or a fuck, or a shit

(So suck my motherfuckin' dick)