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3 a.m.
Intro There is no escaping (echo)/ Theres no place to
hide (echo)/ You scream someone save me (echo)/ But
they dont pay no mind (echo)/ Goodbye (echo)Verse
1 Your walkin down a horror corridor its almost 4 in the
mornin and youre in a/ nightmare its horrible/ right theres
the coroner waitin for ya ta/ turn the corner so he can corner
ya youre a goner hes onto ya/ out the corner of his cornea
he just saw ya run/ all you want is to rest cause you cant
run anymore your done/ all he wants is to kill you in front
of an audience/ while everybody is watching in the party
applauding it/ here I sit while Im caught up in deep thought
again/ contemplating my next plot again/ swallowin the
Klonopin while Im noddin in and out on the ottoman/ at the
Ramada Inn holdin onto the pill bottle then/ lick my finger
and swirl it round the bottom and make sure I got all of it/
wake up naked at McDonalds with/ blood all over me dead
bodies behind the counter shit/ guess I musta just blacked
out again, not again Chorus Its three a.m. in the morning,
put my key in the door and/ bodies layin all over the floor

/Hey the prodigal son, the diabolical one/ very methodical

but all this huffin and puffin wasnt what it was either/ it was

when I slaughter dem. Chorus Bridge She puts the lotion

neither, I was buzzin but it wasnt what she thought/ pee in

in the bucket, it puts the lotion on the skin/ or else it gets

a tea cup? Bitch you aint my keeper/ Im sleepin, what the

the hose again, she puts the lotion in the bucket, it puts

fuck you keep on fuckin with me for?/ slut you need to leave

the lotion on the skin/ or else it gets the hose again Verse

me the/ fuck alone I aint playing, go find you a white crayon

3 I cut and I slash slice and gash last night was a blast/ I

and color a fucking zebra (Chorus)Verse 2 Wait a minute,

cant quite remember when I had that/ much fun off a half-

this aint dinner this is paint thinner/ you ate it yesterday I

pint of the Jack, my last Vic and-a-half/ a flashlight up Kim

aint hear no complaints did I?/ now heres a plate full of pain

Kardashians ass/ I remember the first time I dismembered a

killers, now just wait till I/ crush the valium and put it in your

family member/ December I think it was, I was having drinks

potatoes ya/ little motherfucker Ill make ya sit there and

with my cousin/ I wrapped him in Christmas lights pushed

make that re-/ tarded fucking face without even tastin it/ you

him into the stinkin tub/ cut him up into pieces and just

better lick the fuckin plate you aint wastin it/ put your face

when I went to drink his blood/ I thought I oughtta drink his

in it, fore I throw you in the basement again/ and I aint givin

bathwater that oughtta be fun/ thats when my days of serial

in, your gonna just sit there in one fuckin place finnickin till

murder manslaughter begun/ the sight of blood excites me

next Thanksgivin and/ if you still aint finished it, Ill use the

that might be an artery son/ your blood curling screams just


dont seem to bother me none/ its 3 a.m. and here I come so
you should probably run/ a secret passage way around here
man theres got to be one/ oh no theres probably none he
can scream all he wants/ top of his lungs but aint no stoppin

same shit again/ then when I make spinach dip itll be placed
in the shit/ you little shit wanna sit there and play innocent?/
a rack fell and hit me it K-Mart and they witnessed it/ child
support your father he aint sent the shit/ and so what if he
did, its none of your dang business kid! (Bridge) My mom,

me from choppin him up-up. Chorus

theres no one else quite like my mom/ I know I should let

of killed em, killed em/ I said, its three a.m. in the morning,

My Mom

put my key in the door and/ bodies laying all over the floor

on what Im high on/ becuz (Chorus) Verse 3 Man I never

(Chorus) My mom loved valium and lots of drugs/ thats

thought that I could ever be/ a drug addict naw, fuck that

why I am like I am cause Im like her/ because my mom

I cant have it happen to me/ but thats actually what has

loved valium and lots of drugs/ thats why Im on what Im

ended up happening/ a tragedy, the fuckin past ended up

on cause Im my mom Verse 1 My mom my mom, I know

catchin me/ and thats probably where I got acquainted with

youre probably tired of hearing bout my mom oh-ho whoa-

the taste aint it/ pharmaceuticals are the bomb ma beautiful/

ho/ but this is just a story of when I was just a shorty and how

she killed the fuckin dog with the medicine she done fed it/

I became hooked on va-al-iu-um/ valium was in everything,

feed it a fuckin aspirin and say that it has a headache/ here

food that I ate/ the water that I drank, fuckin peas on my plate/

want a snack you hungry you fuckin brat?/ look at that its a

she sprinkled just enough of it to season my steak/ so every

Xanax take it and take a nap/ eat it but I dont need it, well

day Id have at least three stomach aches/ now tell me, what

fuck it then break it up/ take a little piece and beat it before

kinda mother would wanna see her/ son grow up to be an

you wake Nathan up/ alright ma you win, I dont feel like

under-a-fucking-chiever/ my teacher didnt think I was gonna

arguin/ Ill do it, pop it gobble it and start wobblin/ stumble

be nothin either/ what the fuck you sticking gum up under

hobble tumble slip trip then I fall in bed/ with a bottle of meds

the fucking seat for/ Mrs. Mathers your son has been huffin

and a Heath Ledger bobble head (Chorus)

and/ I dont remember how they got there but I guess I must

and/ I dont remember how they got there but I guess I must
of killed em, killed emVerse 2 Sitting nude in my living
room, its almost noon/ I wonder whats on the tube maybe
theyll show some boobs/ surfin every channel until I find
Hannah Montana then/ I reach for the aloe and lanolin/ bust
all over the wall panellin/ dismantlin every candle on top of
the fire place mantel and/grab my flannel and my bandanna
then kiss the naked mannequin man again/ you can see him
standin in my front window if you look in/ Im just a hooligan
whose used to using hallucinogens/ causin illusions again/
brain contusions again, cutting and bruising the skin/ razors
scissors and pins, Jesus when does it end?/ Phases that
I go through, days that Im so confused/ days that I dont
know who, gave these molecules to/ me what am I gon do?

ether/ either that or the motherfuckers been puffin reefer/

bygones be bygones/ but shes the reason why I am high

Insane
Verse 1 I was born with a dick in my brain yeah fucked in
the head/ my stepfather said that I sucked in the bed/ till
one night he snuck in and said, were going out back- I
want my dick sucked in the shed/ cant we just play with
Teddy Ruxpin instead?/ After I fuck you in the butt get
some head/ bust a nut get some rest/ the next day my
mother said I dont know what the fucks up with this kid/
the bastard wont even eat nothin hes fed/ he just hung
himself in the bedroom hes dead/ Debbie dont let that
fucker get you upset/ go in there stick a fuckin cigarette
to his neck/ I bet you hes faking it, Ill bet you Ill bet/ he
probably just wants to see how upset you would get/ Ill
go handle this of course unless you object/ Aw go fuck
his brains out if anys left in his head Chorus If you could
count the skeletons in my closet/ under my bed and up
under my faucet/ then you would know I completely lost it/
is he nuts? No, hes insane/ if you could count the skeletons
in my closet under my bed and up under my faucet/ then
you would know I completely lost it/ is he nuts? No hes
insane Verse 2 Did you get him? Naw the fucker tried to bite
my face off/ I just got fuckin chased off with a chainsaw/
then he took the chainsaw bit the fuckin blades off/ ate the
blades stuck a baseball in a slangshot/ then he aimed at
his own face let the thang pop/ took his eye out picked it
up and played pang-pong/ then he played pang-pong with
his own dang dong/ that motherfuckers got nuts like Kang
Kong/ then he set the lawnmower out on the dang lawn/ and
he laid all up underneath it with the thang on/ then he took
his pants he took every fucking thang off/ everythang cept
his tank top and his training bra/ aint he raw? Yeah, maniac
thats Shady dog/ man that motherfuckers gangsta, aint
he dog?/ Shady dog what be goin through that fuckin brain
of yours?/ say no more, what the fuck you waitin for sang
along Chorus Verse 3 Dont you know what feltch means?
Yeah- well then tell me/ would you rather get feltched or
do the feltching?/ Fuck em in the ass suck the come out
while youre belching/ (burp) burp belch and go back for a

second helping/ can you dig what Im sayin man can you

a madman holding a Glad bag Verse 2 You can be a

smell me?/ I want you to feel me like my stepfather felt me/

permanent fixture, in my lyrical mixture/ Im the Miracle

fuck a little puppy kick the puppy while hes yelping/ Shady

Whip trickster my signature/ sound, when a tube of lipstick

what the fuck you saying? I dont know help me/ what the

around/ Im bound to put it on in an instant wow/ man, what

fucks happening? I think Im fucking melting/ Marshall I

an ensemble, what an assortment of pharma-/ ceuticals this

just love you boy I care about your well being/ no dad I said

beautiful pill dust in my palm my/ cuticles get residue just

no, I dont need no help peeing, Im a big boy I can do it by

from touchin the bottle/ never knew I could remind me so

myself see/ I only get naked when the babysitter tells me/

much of my mama/ Ill cut ya like Dahmer, pull a butcher

she showed me a movie like Nightmare on Elm Street/ but

knife on ya/ the size of a sword, boy Im like the fuckin

it was X and they called it Pubic Hair on Chelsea/ well this

Red Sonja/ get it stuck in your cornea, nice knowing ya,

ones called Ass Rape and were shooting the jail scene

Norman/ your so fucking annoyin drop the shovel boy, you

Chorus

dont know what fuck your doing/ I aint playin no fuckin

Bagpipes From Baghdad

more/ Nick Cannon ya prick I wish ya luck with the fuckin


whore, every minute theres a sucker born/ snuck up on

Intro Its music to my ears How can I describe the way

Malachi/ made the motherfucker suck on a shuck of corn/

it feels? Its fucking great man! O.k., let me see, how can
I begin? Verse 1 Locked in Mariahs wine cellar all I had
for lunch/ was bread wine, more bread wine and Captain
Crunch/ red wine for breakfast and for brunch/ and to soak
it up and in between snack crackers to munch/ Mariah
whatever happened to us?/ Why did we have to break up?
All I asked for was a glass of punch/ you see I never really
asked for much, I cant imagine whats/ going through your
mind after such/ a nasty br-eak up with that Latin hunk/ Luis
Miguel, Nick Cannon better back the fuck/ up Im not playin
I want her back ya punk/ this is Hello Kitty bedspread satin
funk/ mixed with Egyptian, with a little rap and punk/ Zapp
and Eric Clapton, Shaft, Frank Zappa, crunk/ and yeah
ba-by I want another crack at ya/ you can beat me with
any spatula that ya want/ I mean I really want ya bad ya
cunt/ Nick you had your fun, Ive come to kick you in your
sack of junk/ man, I could use a fresh batch of blood/ so
prepare your vernacular for Dracula acupunc/ -ture Chorus

shuck of, shuck of corn, shuck of corn/ hit Jason in the


face with a hockey puck and told him its fucking on/ man
what the fuck are ya doin?/ Your running over the snow
blower with the lawn mower/ blow on your bagpipes from
Baghdad Chorus Verse 3 In the bed with two brain dead
lesbian vegetables/ I bet you they become heterosexual/
nothing will stop me from molestin you/ titty fuckin you till
your breast nipple flesh tickles my testicles/ is what I said,
to the two conjoined twins/ hows it going girlfriends? You
need a boyfriend?/ You need some ointment? Just set up
an appointment/ whose gonna see the doctor first well do
a coin flip/ I just got my one year sobriety coin chip/ when
the bad get going, how bad does the going get?/ Baby you
shouldnt have any trouble rubbing groins with/ each other
especially when your joined at the hip/ Im going to get
a needle and thread from the sewing kit/ and attempt to
separate em and stitch them back at the loin, shit/ lure the
little boy with the chocolate Chips Ahoy chip/ cookie, lookie,

Bagpipes from Baghdad/ when will it ever cease? For Pete

even took me a Polaroid flick Chorus

sakes hes crazy to say the least/ Bagpipes from Baghdad/

Hello

whats going through my mind, half the time when I rhyme


while blowing on my/ Bagpipes from Baghdad/ somebody
turn the vacancy sign on cause Im gone, blowing on my/
Bagpipes from Baghdad/ I run the streets and act like

Intro Hello (hello) allow me to introduce myself/ my name is,


Shady, so nice to meet you/ (so nice to meet you) its been
a long time, Im sorry Ive been away so long/ my name is,

Shady, I never meant to leave you (never meant to leave you)

that Ill be closin that curtain for good/ (wor-wor-wor-word) I

say, exact opposites attract/ if thats a fact itll take task force

Verse 1 You see that chick in the gym checkin me out/ any

second that and a third/ rushed to emergency surg-/ ery to try

to get you back Chorus Yeah baby, do that dance- its the

second Im bout, to stick her neck in my mouth/ I lose a pill

to flush me, because of the drugs that he purchased/ hes no

and Im recklessly wreckin the house/ that was supposed to

longer getting them free, hundred bucks for these Percodan/

last dance youll ever get the chance to do/ girl shake that

be breakfast, where the heck is it now?/ Theres the necklace

plus its getting to be, where hell lustfully search the den/

I lost right next to Stephanies blouse/ man I should check to

pain is hitting his knee and his muscles be hurtin him/

see if my mom left any out/ nope guess Ill re-route maybe

tirelessly on the phone tryin to rustle up muscle relaxers/ for

somewhere in the depths of the couch/ oop jackpot, yeah,

his back and a couple of Paxils/ now hes doublin backwards

open sesame mouth/ down the hatchet the feelin you cant

and hes stumblin back/ slipped and fell hit his back, boom,

match it/ I rap-tap-tap on your door with a damn ratchet,

heard something go crack/ now hes up in the bathroom like

ata-ta-tackin a whore with a damn hatchet/ a knapsack

hes bustin a nap/ almost ended it that soon because of the

packed with like 40 some Xanaxs/ shorty come back, Im

fact/ Im just bustin my own chops, while Im bustin a rap/

tryin to score me some lap dances/ Im bout to relapse so

resuscitated and rejuved so fuck it Im back Chorus Girl I

baby pour me some Jack Daniels/ Formula 44D and 40s

dont mean any harm all I wanted to do is just say hello/ and

with mad capsules/ the bad apple spoils the bunch, Im back

do you happen to have any thing on you that make my mood

at ya Chorus Girl I dont mean any harm all I wanted to do

mellow/ some are oval and some are pink some are blue

is just say hello/ and are you menstruating baby, my little

and some are just yellow/ girl I dont mean any harm all I

ass, you aint never gonna break that glass, that windshields
too strong for you/ I said yeah baby, sing that song- its the
last song youll ever get the chance to sing/ you sexy little
thing, show me what you got, give it your all, look at you ball,
why you cryin to me?/ Same song and dance Verse 2 The
first victim I had she was a big one/ big movie star a party girl
big fun/ she was the girl the media always picked on/ in and
out of rehab every four to six months/ she was always known
for little pranks and slick stunts/ at Nickelodeon flashed the
little kids once/ what an event it was, I was sitting in front I/
was hooked in at the first glimpse of them buns/ seen her
back stage now heres where I come in son/ look here she
comes I better pull out the big guns/ hello, Lindsay your

friends waiting to say hello/ the way your titties are wiggling

wanted to do is just say hello Outro Hello (hello) allow me to

looking a little thin hon/ how bout a ride to rehab? Get in cunt/

and your booties shakin like Jell-O/ girl I dont mean any

introduce myself/ my name is, Shady, so nice to meet you/

but starting off on the wrong foot is what I didnt want/ girl Im

harm all I wanted to do is just say hello Verse 2 Yeah my

(so nice to meet you) its been a long time, Im sorry Ive been

just kiddin, let me start over again hon/ what I meant was,

equilibriums off must be the lithium/ I dont need to buy any

away so long/ my name is, Shady, I never meant to leave you

we should have a intervention/ come with me to Brighton, let

drugs, man people give me em/ it just becomes everyday

(never meant to leave you)

extra curriculum no reason in-particular it was strictly fun/

me relieve your tension/ you little wench ya, murder wasnt

a fifth of rum and two bottles of 151/ fifty one people asleep

Same Song & Dance

my intention/ if I wanted to kill you, it would have already

in my damn living room/ excuse me hon but what is your

Intro (Same song and dance)/ Damn girl (everywhere I go,

name? Viviane?/ I woke up next to ya naked and uh did we

same song and dance) I like the way you move (all over the

66 inches of extension/ cord Chorus Verse 3 My second

umm?/ Of course we did, but didnt I strap jimmy hon?/ Im

globe, same song and dance)/ Something about it, man, in

lookin for the torn wrapper but there dont seem to be one/

the pale moonlight Verse 1 Im looking at ya, yeah girl your

no offense baby girl, I dont mean any harm/ but disease is

kinda tooken back by/ the whole rapper thing arent ya?/

something Im trying to keep my penis free from/ I find the

Probably thinkin youll get slapped so dang hard ya/ wont

package and Im cool I immediately run, like Speedy Gon-/

even be able to stand up straight arent ya?/ Couple rape

zales to see if I see anyone/ who might have a couple of

charges, people think youre a monster/ the police constantly

Threes Im fiendin for some/ my head is poundin to the beat

buggin ya non-stop/ I walk up on ya, well hello Tonya/ I think

of the drum Chorus Girl I dont mean any harm all I wanted

you got your OnStar button inside your car stuck/ you out of

to do is just say hello/ and do you happen to have any thing

gas? Do you got a flat?/ I would hate for you to be stranded

on you that make my mood mellow/ some are oval and some

at the laundry mat/ I got your back, why dont you put your

are pink, some are blue and some are just yellow/ girl I dont

laundry baskets in the back/ and sit up front- Im not asking,

tonight, tonight is the night and tell her I must, creep up to

mean any harm all I wanted to do is just say hello Verse 3 Oh

its a trap/ you just got jacked and body snatched and its a

her mansion in stilettos and just/ climb the gate and ring

those are the days they certainly were/ its hurtin me to know

wrap/ in broad day, and no mask for this attack/ I heard him

the bell like hello my love/ I just picked your prescription

been done/ slowly she gets in and I begin to lynch her, with
victim was even bigger than the first/ pop star icon the whole
works/ she played the little school girl when she first/ burst
up on the scene and it seemed that the world was hers/ she
twirls and turns and flirts in skirts so bad, it hurts/ it irked me,
it made me mad at first/ I lashed out in my songs but what
was really going on was that I had developed a crush/ I just
didnt know how to tell it to her/ should I cut off one of my
ears and mail it to her?/ Send her pictures of my collection
of skeletons or/ footage of me impalin myself on an elephant
tusk?/ Well settle this once and for all Im a tell her at dusk/

for Seroquel up/ now would you like to share a pill or two

gonna end up in the hospital again/ and this time it wont be

I took the rest of the Lunesta pills from my dresser/ thats my

with me?/ Ill share my valium with you cause Im feeling you

for the Ritalin binge/ forget them other men girl, pay them

kinda vibe, what else should I try Lester?/ Drop kick the bitch

Britney/ Ill trade you a blue one for a pink one/ ever since the

little attention/ and little did I mention, that Jennifers in/ love

before her second trimester/ perform the home abortion with

school girl juvenile delinquent/ Ive been feeling you ooh-ooh

with me John Mayer, so sit on the bench/ man I swear them

girl, you sexy little gal you/ hold that pill any longer itll get

Dexter then I guess Ill/ dig her fetus out with a wire hanger

other guys, you give em an inch/ they take a mile, they got

sentimental value/ come on toots, give me the valium alley-

style but it isnt Slim Chorus Bridge And thats why, my love

then digest her Chorus I guess its time for you to hate me

oop/ Ill slam dunk it in your mouth til you puke/ and just

youll never live without/ I know you want me girl, cause I can

as soon as you pass out in your alphabet soup/ Im bout to,

see you checkin me out/ and baby, you know, you know you

make a new outfit outta you/ new outfit shit Ill make a suit out

want me too/ dont try to deny it baby, Im the only one for you

of you, shoot, now show me how you move, baby do howa

Verse 3 Damn girl, Im beginning to sprout an Alfalfa/ why

you do Chorus

should I wash my filthy mouth out?/ You think thats bad, you

We Made You

should hear the rest of my album/ never has there been such

Intro Guess who? Did you miss me? Jessica Simpson, sing

your gal but/ Jessica Alba, put her breast in my mouth (blup)/

the chorus Chorus When you walked through the door, it


was clear to me (clear to me)/ youre the one they adore who
they came to see (who they came to see)/ youre a rockstar
(baby), everybody wants you (everybody wants you)/ player,
who can really blame you? (who can really blame you)/ were
the ones who made you Verse 1 Back by popular demand,
now pop a little Zan-/tac for antacid if you can/ youre ready to
tackle any task that is at hand/ how does it feel? Is it fantastic?
Is it grand?/ well look at all the massive masses in the stands/
Shady, man, no dont massacre the fans/ damn, I think Kim
Kardashians a man/ she stomped him, just cause he asked
to put his hands/ on her massive, gluteus maximus again/

finesse and nostalgia/ man, Cash I dont mean to mess with


wowzers I just made a mess in my trousers/ and they wonder
why I keep dressin like Elvis/ Lord help, us hes back- in his
pink Alf shirt/ lookin like someone shrinked his outfit/ I think
hes bout ta flip, Jessica/ rest assured Supermans here to
rescue ya/ can ya blame me? Youre my Amy, Im your Blake/
matter fact bake me a birthday cake/ with a saw blade in it
to make my jail break/ baby, I think you just met your soul
mate/ now break it down, girl Chorus Outro So baby (baby)/
get down down down, get down down down/ get down down
down, get down get down/ Oh, Amy! Rehab never looked
so good! I cant wait, Im going back!

squeeze it and squish it and pass it to a friend/ can he come

Medicine Ball

back, as nasty as he can?/ Yes he can-can dont ask me

Intro Oh my goodness! What have I done? Oh no, I cant

this again/ he does not mean to lesbian offend/ but Lindsay,


please come back to seeing men/ Samanthas a two, youre
practically a ten/ I know you want me girl, in fact I see you grin/
now come in girl Chorus Verse 2 The enforcer, looking for
more women to torture/ walk up to the cutest girl and, Charlie
horse her/ sorry Portia but whats Ellen DeGeneres/ have
that I dont? Are you telling me tenderness?/ Well I can be as
gentle and as smooth as a gentleman/ give me my Ventolin
inhaler, and two Xenadrine/ and Ill invite Sarah Palin out to
dinner then/ nail her, baby say hello to my little friend/ Brit
forget K-Fed lets cut out the middlemen/ forget him or youre

believe it! Its like I got the whole world in my palm, and Im
ready to drop bombs Verse 1 Welcome to the Slim Shady
Mecca Rebecca/ its the village in New York, right next to
the Tribeca/ thats my sector, homosexual dissector/ come
again, rewind selector/ I said nice rectum, I had a vasectomy
Hector/ so you cant get pregnant if I bi-sexually wreck ya/
Hannibal Lecter in the guy section I betcha/ I tantalize ya and
in less than five seconds I get ya/ they say once bitten then
twice shy well lie next ta/ the guy with nine ecstasy pills and
five extra/ boxes of ribbed condoms in quantities why, yes sir/

again/ lets begin, now hand me the pen/ how should I begin
it and where does it all end?/ The world is just my medicine
ball youre all in/ I said, I guess its time for you to hate me
again/ lets begin now hand me the pen/ how should I begin
it and where does it all end?/ My medicine ball, youre in my
medicine ball friends Verse 2 All my Westside bitches throw
it up/ put a balloon inside your pussy, queef and blow it up/
man I think that he just fell off the deep end sho enough/ so
ya better change the station to keep from throwing up/ man,
you seen it all before youre all too familiar with it/ theres
a penis on the floor and two balls so you know who did it/
you know you with it girl dont front, oh no you didnt/ I wont
rape all the Pussycat Dolls? Nicole you kidding?/ Ill pee on
Rihanna, see man I do what I wanna/ spray perfume in the
sauna room crazy gluin Madonna/ to the Lazy Boy sofa, fold
her in two then sit on her/ imagine the visual for that man,
who woulda thought I/ could ever be such a relentless prick
unleashing his vengeance/ but the chicks so old she looks
like she out-lived a life sentence/ I never meant this rhyme to
be so offensive/ if you werent so defensive, it wouldnt beyour so sensitive Chorus Verse 3 Put Christopher Reeves
on a unicycle with a kickstand/ kick it up and push him and
lead him right into quicksand/ here you need a hand, big
man? Grab a hold of this branch/ with both hands man they
dont understand, Im just a sick man/ now everybodys pissed
at me/ like its my fault his name rhymes with so many different
words, jeez/ so one last time Mr. Christopher Reeves/ wont
you break it down for me and just spit the verse please/
Eminem Im coming to kill you/ Ive always hated you and
I still do/ youll never fill my shoes, my Superman costume/
doesnt even fit you, they dont feel you/ youre taking this
shit too far/ who do you think you are? Hang my suit up in
the armoire/ everyday I hate you more and more/ throw

down the cardboard lets breakdance if you think your

sleep and I creep right through the front see/ so blatantly but

from/ N.W.A. from black and the grey from/ chokin a bitch

hardcore Chorus

silently cause I know that shes sound sleep/ whos wakin

to smackin her face from/ stackin up bodies to rackin

Stay Wide Awake

me so violently and whys he on top of me/ hes rapin me she

AKs up from/ rackin up hits to stackin them crates up/

tries to scream somebody please get him off me/ hes tapin

Intro Follow me, come with me to the dark side of the force/

Im still hungry and Im back with a tape worm/ and were

me hes bitin me hes laughing like its funny/ shes scrapin

no man would boldly go, to this place/the devil only knows,

me, shes fightin me shes scratching like some dumb freak/

whats happenin in rap entertainment/ me and shady far

of this world/ so dark and oh so cold, its oh so cold, oh so

escaping me no dice you see I might just be Ted Bundy/ or

cold Chorus Soon as my flow starts, I compose art like the

Satan gee what a site to see Im dancing in my red panties/

ghost of Mozart/ even though they all say that theyre real I

Im crazy but its alright with me man life can be so empty/

know that most arent/ boy you think youre clever dont ya?

stay away from me cause Im dancing to quite a different

Girl you think youre so smart/ come with me to another side

drum beat Chorus Verse 3 Better try ta stay wide awake

in a world so cold and so dark/ (stay wide awake) a world so

or you might end up found dead by the lake/ soon as you

dark, a world so cold/ a world where only some will go/ (stay

lay me down to sleep its your soul Ima try to take/ pray for

wide awake) but none return when will they learn/ where do

light of day right away why do they try to fight today?/ I must

they go? God only knows/ (stay wide awake) Verse 1 Fe-fi-

make them pay twice as much might as well put the knife

fo-fum, I think I smell the scent of a placenta/ I enter Central

away/ now I use power tools, how bout now are you in the

Park its dark its winter in December/ I see my target put my

shower/ scour you for six hours til outage of power outlets/

car in park and approach a tender/ young girl by the name of

how did ya figure out I was down in your basement now ya/

Brenda and I pretend ta befriend her/ sit down beside her like

must have just heard the sound of my stomach growlin from

a spider hi theyre girl you mighta/ heard of me before see

down there/ prowler theres no one fouler, bound ya thats

whore youre the kinda girl that Id a-/ ssault and rape and

how they found ya/ face down in the tub I drown ya with

figure why not try to make your pussy wider/ fuck you with

piles of downers around ya/ such nostalgia and power such

an umbrella then open it up while the shits inside ya/ Im the

prowess look how ya cower/ jump out on you now like I was a

kind of guy thats mild but I might flip and get a little bit wilder/

jawa from fuckin Star Wars/ Jabba The Hutt beddy bye-bye

impregnate a lesbian yeah now lets see her have triplets then

beddy bye-bye its time to die-die/ oughtta not even bother to

Ill de-/ sintegrate them babies as soon as theyre out her with

scream it dont even matta/ amazing when grazing skin with

formalde-/ hyde and cyanide girl, you can try and hide you

these razor blades he waves at ya/ not yer everyday Damien

can try to scream louder/ no need for no gun powder that

bathe me in holy water/ nothing like Son of Sam theres no

only takes all the fun outta/ murderin and Id rather go vin-vin

gun in hand so please understand/ wheres the thrill in the

and now you see just how the/ fuck I do just what I do when

hunt, theres no fun in that, here I come with axe/ fun ta act

I cut right through your scalp, uh/ shit wait a minute I mean

like lumberjack when Im hackin em up with that/ what was

skull, my knife seems dull pull another one out uh Chorus

that? Dial 9-1-1 someones comin in from the back Chorus

the feeling if your feeling the force within/ & when ya wake up

Verse 2 So dark and so cold my friends dont know this other


side of me/ theres a monster inside of me its quite ugly and

Old Times Sake

Now where theres smoke theres fire and where theres fire

it frightens me/ but they cant see what I can see theres a

Intro Good evening, this is your fucking captain speaking

vacancy in my tummy/ its makin me play hide and seek like

We will soon be reaching an altitude of 4 million and-a-

high or you aint/ I got no time for no games (Eminem) nuh-

Jason Im so hungry/ shes naked see no privacy but I can

half feet thats 8 million miles in the sky please undo

uh he aint playin/ hes gonna get the AK and then aim it right

see she wants me/ so patient see I try to be but gee why

your seatbelt for takeoff, you are now free to smoke about

at your brain, Im slightly insane, vodka and creatine/ Hypnotic

does she taunt me/ pull the drapes and she goes right to

the cabin Verse 1 (Dr. Dre) Im Dre from back in the day

and Red Bull its an incredible energy drink/ and its givin me

as competition faggot there aint none (Eminem) Speak


of the devil its attack of the Rainman/ chainsaw in hand
blood stain on my apron/ soon as the blade spun vuun they
run away from/ who wanna play dungeon no one is safe
from/ in search of a brain surgeon, a great one/ wait, it aint
funny man its urgent I need one/ 2 boxes of detergent and
a paint gun/ and an emergency squirt gun to spray A-1
Chorus So one more time for old times sake/ Dre drop
that beat and scratch that break/ and just blow a little bit
of that smoke my way/ and lets go, you are now smokin
with the best best/ I said one more time for old times
sake/ Dre drop that beat and scratch that break/ now just
send a little bit of that smoke my way/ and lets go, you are
now smokin with the best - best Verse 2 (Eminem) Smoke
signal in the sky like Verizon Wireless/ a nice environment/
surprise entirely hypnotized by the sound I surround the
hydrants/ takin lives of fireman say goodbye here I am
again/ naked wives and Vicodin/ before I begin to get so high
pussyboy I could spin/ vinn-vinn fuck the handle I fly off the hinge/
let that boy off the bench coach and throw it to him/ there he
goes in his trench coat no clothes again/ baby make us some
french toast and show us some skin/ Ill show you every inch
grows on my foreskin/ show me nipple Ill pinch both and
throw up a ten/ now ya know its a sin, to tease blow us again/
the sorcerer of intercourse if its forced, its him/ dont fight
in the morning next to the porcelain Chorus Verse 3 (Dr Dre)
theres flame/ where theres flames theres chronic, either you

wings I believe I can fly/ while I pee on the girl you wont catch

maybe some popcorn watch the show, and just rock slow/

when the smoke rises right before your very own eyes/ you

me C.S.I./ its as easy as pie and as simple as cake/ Dre, get

its not what you expected, nor what you thought so/ bout

stare into your stereos high/ good evening, this isnt even a

on the mic and make em tremble and shake (Dr. Dre) Now

time that you wake the fuck up smell the pot smoke Chorus

weed thing/ I aint even smoke anything I aint even drinking

put your smoke up in the air, raise your Henny and Coke/ and

It must be the ganja, its the marijuana/ thats creeping up on

Chorus

if you really wanna get fucked up, just let me know/ we can

me why Im so high/ maybe its the Henny that has gotten in

smoke till theres no more lighter fluid to do it, lets get in to

me/ whatevers got into me I dont mind/ I said its the ganja

it/ youre smokin with the triedest and truest/ I got the Midas

its the marijuana/ thats creeping up on me why Im so high/

touch when it comes to rollin shit up/ you Motherfuckers aint

maybe its the Henny that has gotten in me/ whatevers got

smokin you just holdin shit up/ now here we go lets get up,

into me I dont mind Verse 2 Your dreams are getting fulfilled,

get down hold up a blunt/ I smoke the kinda stuff to make the

ooh Im literally getting a chill/ spitting at will, me and Dre have

records go number one/ cause if at first you dont succeed,

just finished splitting a pill/ your submitting to skill, sitting still

wont hurt to smoke some weed/ now them words are just

Im admitting Im beginning to feel/ like I dont think anyones

a little more personal for me/ seein as how I blew up off

real/ faced with a dilemma, I can be Dahli Lama/ and be calm

of puffin them trees (Eminem) Well smoke enough for me

or bring drama step beyond a Jeffery Dahmer/ please dont

fuck yeah, light it up Cheech/ come on smoke me out cuz

upset me mamma, yer lookin sexy mamma/ dont know if its

something in my stomach cause I havent ate/ maybe Ill grab

give me contact buzz/ get me on track, they love me when

the la-la or the rum and Pepsi mamma/ dont wanna end up

a plate of nachos and Ill have a steak/ and youd think that

Im on that stuff/ but this is earth callin Shady man, come on

inside my refrigerator freezer/ be used as extra topping next

with all I have at stake/ look at my daughters face, mommy

back (what)/ man were losing him he wont even respond

time I make a pizza/ how many people you know who can

somethin is wrong with dad I think/ hes acting weird again,

back fuck/ now look at all the pretty women in here (Dr.

name every serial killer who ever existed in a row?/ Put em

Dre) Damn Bitches(Eminem) Dre its hot, I think we better

in chronological order beginning with Jack the Ripper/ name

go check on there temperatures/ Ill get the thermometer, you

the time and place from the body the bag the zipper/ location

get the bandages/ now baby just bend over this wont hurt a

of the woods where the body was dragged and then dumped/

damn bit just gimme... Chorus

the trunk that they were stuffed in the model the make the

Must Be The Ganja


Intro I feel like dancing, I feel like dancing/ I smell something
in the air thats making me high/ I said I smell something
in the air thats making me high Verse 1 (Ok here we go)
do-re-me-fa-so-fa-so-la-ti-da-so/ lyrical Roscoe kick back a
Tabasco/ you motherfuckers must just not know the tic-toc
so/ time to show you the most kick-ass flow in the cosmos/
Picasso with a pick-axe a sick asshole/ tic-tac-toe cross your
six-pack with X-acto/ knives, stranglin wives with thick lasso/
big bags of the grass, Zig Zags, Im with the Doc, so/ you
know how that go- skull and the cross bones/ this is poison
to boys and girls who do not know/ you do not wanna try this
at home my little vato/ this is neither the time nor the place to
get macho/ so crack a six-pack, sit back with some nachos/

plate/ and which model which lake they found her and how
they attacked the victim/ say which murder weapon was
used to do what in which one?/ Which knife and which gun,
what kid what wife and which nun?/ Dont stop I like this its
fun, the fuckin nights just begun Chorus Verse 3 When Im
behind the mic, dynamites what its kinda like/ youre stuck
with the same stick that your tryin to light/ behind the boards
sits Dre, legends are made this way/ isnt it safe to say, this
is the way it should be?/ Maybe you need some lyric serum
syrup for your symptoms/ heres a dosage of the antidote
now you give him some/ he can give her some, she can give
them some, get behind a Linn Drum/ make up a beat and
cure the sucker syndrome/ the spinnin drum when it comes
to lyrics and pennin some/ starting from scratch and then
ending up at the endin of/ capable of winning a Pulitzer so
unbelievable its a/ titanium cranium thats full of sur-/ prises

Dj Vu
Verse 1 As I fall deeper into a manic state/ Im a prime
candidate for the gene to receive the drug addict trait/
blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate/ I seem to gravitate
to the bottle of NyQuil then I salivate/ start off with the
NyQuil like I think Ill just have a taste/ couple of sips of
that then I gradually graduate/ to a harder prescription drug
called

Valium

like

yea

thats

great/

go

to

just take one and I end up like having eight/ now I need

hes really beginning to scare me/ wont shave his beard again
and he pretends he doesnt hear me/ and all he does is eat
Doritos and Cheetos and he just/ fell asleep in his car eating
Three Musketeers in the rear seat Chorus Sometimes I feel
so alone, I just dont know/ it feels like Ive been down this
road before/ so lonely and cold/ its like something takes
over me as soon as I go home and close the door/ kinda
feels like dj vu/ I wanna get away from this place I do/
but I cant and I wont say I try but I know thats a lie cause
I dont/ and why? I just dont know Verse 2 Maybe just an
ice cold brew whats a beer/ thats the devil in my ear Ive
been sober a fucking year/ and that fucker still talks to me
hes all I can fucking hear/ Marshall come on well watch
the game its the Cowboys and Buccaneers/ and maybe if I
just drink half Ill be half buzzed for half the time/ whose the
mastermind behind that little line?/ With that kinda rational,
man I got half a mind to/ have another half a glass of wine
sounds asinine/ yeah I know, but I never had no problem
with alcohol/ ouch, look out for the wall aim for the couch
Im bout to fall/ I missed the couch and down I go lookin
like a bouncy ball/ shit musta knocked me out cause I
aint feel the ground at all/ wow, what the fuck happened

last night? Where am I? Man fuck am I hung over and God

back up/ I dont know how or, why or when, I ended up in this

every school I went/ I dreamed of being that cool kid even if it

damn I/ got a headache, shit half a Vicodin why cant I?/ All

position Im in/ Im starting to feel distant again so I decided

meant acting stupid/ Aunt Edna always told me keep making

systems ready for take off please stand by Chorus Verse

just to pick this pen/ up and try to make an attempt to vent

that face itll get stuck like that/ meanwhile Im just standing

3 So I take a Vicodin splash it hits my stomach then- ahhh/

but I cant admit/ or come to grips with the fact that I may be

there holding my tongue tryin to talk like this/ till I stuck my

couple of weeks go by, it aint even like Im getting high/ now

done with rap, I need a new outlet/ and I know some shits so

tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old/ I learned

I need it just to not feel sick, yeah Im getting by/ wouldnt

hard to swallow but I just cant sit back and wallow/ in my own

my lesson then cause I wasnt tryin to impress my friends no

even be taking this shit if Deshaun didnt die, oh yeah theres

sorrow, but I know one fact Ill be one tough act to follow/ one

more/ but I already told you my whole life story, not just based

an excuse you loose Proof so you use/ theres new rules its

tough act to follow Ill be one tough act to follow/ here today

on my description/ cause where you see it from where your

cool if its helpin you to get through/ its Twelve Noon aint no

gone tomorrow, but youd have to walk a thousand miles

sittin its probably 110% different/ I guess we would have

harm in self inducin a snooze/ what else is new, fuck it what

Chorus In my shoes, just to see what its like to be me/ Ill

to walk a mile in each others shoes at least/ what size you

would Elvis do in your shoes/ now here I am three months

be you, lets trade shoes just to see what itd be like to/ feel

wear? I wear 10s, lets see if you can fit your feet Chorus

later full blown relapse/ just get high until the kids get home

your pain, you feel mine, go inside each others minds/ just

Outro Lately Ive been hard to reach, Ive been too long on

for school, Holmes relax/ and since Im convinced that Im an

to see, what we find, look at shit thru each others eyes/ but

my own/ everybody has a private world where they can be

insomniac/ I need these pills to be able to sleep so I take three

dont let em say you aint beautiful/ whoa, they can all get

alone/ are you calling me? Are you trying to get through/

naps/ just to be able to function throughout the day lets see/

fucked just stay true to you/ so dont let em say you aint

are you reaching out for me, like Im reaching out for you?

thats an Ambien each nap how many Valium? Three/ and

beautiful/ whoa, they can all get fucked just stay true to you/

that will average out to about one good hours sleep/ o.k. so

so Verse 2 I think Im startin to lose my sense of humor,

now ya see the reason how come he/ has taken four years to

everythings so tense and gloom I/ almost feel like I gotta

put out an album, B/ see me and you we almost had the same

check the temperature of the room just as soon as I/ walk

outcome, Heath/ cause that Christmas, you know the whole

in its like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact/

pneumonia thing?/ It was bologna, was it the Methadone

cause if I do that then it opens the door for conversation like

ya think?/ or the Hydrocodone ya hide inside your pornos,

I want that/ Im not looking for extra attention I just wanna be

your VCR tape cases/ with your Ambien CR great places/

just like you/ blend in with the rest of the room maybe just

to hide em aint it so you can lie to Hailie?/ Im going beddy

point me to the closest restroom/ I dont need no fucking

bye Whitney baby, good night Alaina/ go in the room and

man servant trying to follow me around and wipe my ass/

shut the bedroom door/ and wake up in an ambulance they

laugh at every single joke I crack and half of em aint even

said they found me on the bathroom floor/ damn Chorus

funny like/ ha! Marshall your so funny man, you should be a

Beautiful
Intro Lately Ive been hard to reach, Ive been too long on
my own/ everybody has a private world where they can be
alone/ are you calling me? Are you trying to get through/
are you reaching out for me, like Im reaching out for you?
Verse 1 Im just so fucking depressed, I just cant seem to
get out this slump/ If I could just get over this hump but I need
something to pull me out this dump/ I took my bruises, took
my lumps, fell down and I got right back up/ but I need that
spark to get psyched back up in order for me to pick the mic

comedian God damn/ unfortunately I am, I just hide behind


the tears of a clown/ so why dont you all sit down, listen
to the tale Im about to tell/ hell, we dont gotta trade our
shoes and you dont gotta walk no thousand miles Chorus
Verse 3 Nobody asked for life to deal us with these bullshit
hands were dealt/ we gotta take these cards ourselves and
flip em dont expect no help/ now I could have either just sat
on my ass and pissed and moaned/ or take this situation in
which Im placed in and get up and get my own/ I was never
the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags/ and
sat on the porch and hoped and prayed for a dad to show
up who never did/ I just wanted to fit in every single place,

Crack A Bottle
Intro (Eminem) Ohhh! Ladies and gentlemen, the moment
youve all been waiting for/ in this corner: weighing 175
pounds, with a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4
murders/ the undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world:
Slim Shady! Chorus (Eminem) So crack a bottle, let your
body waddle/ dont act like a snobby model you just hit the
Lotto/ O-oh o-oh bitches hopping in my Tahoe/ got one ridin
shotgun and no not one of em got clothes/ now wheres the
rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?/ I noticed theres so many
of em and theres really not that many of us/ and ladies
love us, my posses kickin up dust/ its on till the break of
dawn and were starting this party from duskok lets go!
Verse 1 (Eminem) Back with Andre the Giant mister
elephant tusk/ fix your musk, youll be just another one
bit the dust/ just one of, my mothers sons who got thrown
under the bus/ kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from
under my nuts/ it disgusts me to see the game the way
that it looks/ its a must, I redeem my name and haters
get mushed/ bitches lust, man they love me when I lay in
the cut/ fisticuff, the lady give her eighty-some paper cuts/
now picture us, its ridiculous you curse at the thought/ cuz

when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire

Choo shoes, I say move a bitch move Chorus (Eminem)

sauce/ if I could fit the words, its picture perfect works every
time/ every verse every line as simple as nursery rhymes/
its elementary, the elephants have entered the room/ I

and Glad bags, yeah glad to be back/ cause last year was a

Underground

venture to say were the center of attention its true/ not to

A lot of people ask me where the fuck Ive been at the last

mention back with a vengeance so hence the signal/ of the

few years?/ Shit, I dont know.. but I do know, Im back now ha-

bat symbol, the platinum trios back on you hoes Chorus

ha! Chorus Here comes the rain and thunder now/ nowhere

(Eminem) Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre Verse 2 (Dr. Dre)

to run, to run to now/ Ive disappeared, dont wonder how/

They see that low rider go by theyre like Oh my!/ You aint

looking for me? Im underground/ here comes the rain and

got to tell me why youre sick cuz I know why/ I dip through,

thunder now/ nowhere to run, to run to now/ I disappeared,

in that Six-Trey like sick em Dre!/ Im an itch that they cant

dont wonder how, looking for me? Im underground Verse 1

scratch, theyre sick of me/ But hey, what else can I say?

Dre Im down here, under the ground dig me up/ broken tibias,

I love LA, cuz over and above all, its just another day/ and

fibulas yeah fix me up/ 60 sluts all of em dying from asphyxia/

this one begins where the last one ends/ pick up where we

after they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup/

left off and get smashed, again/ Ill be dammed, just fucked

Dixie cups, toxins boxes of Oxy pads/ enough Oxycontin to

around and crashed my Benz/ drivin round with a smashed

send a fuckin ox to rehab/ wack job in the back in a black

front end/ lets cash that one in, grab another one from out
the stable/ The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado?/
The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl?/ Decisions,
decisions, garage looks like Precision Collision/ Or Maaco,
beats quake like Waco/ just keep the bass low, speakers
away from your face though Chorus (Eminem) And I take
great pleasure in introducing: 50 Cent! Verse 3 (50 Cent Its
bottle, after bottle, the money aint a thang when you party
with me/ its what we into, its simple, we ball out of control
like you wouldnt believe/ Im the napalm the bomb the
Don, Im King Kong, get rolled on/ wrapped up and reigned
on/ Im so calm, through Vietnam ring the alarm/ bring the
Chandon burn marijuan do what you want/ nigga, on and
on, till the break of what?/ Get the paper man Im cakin,
you know I dont give a fuck/ I spend it like it dont mean
nothin, blow it like its supposed to be blown/ motherfucker
Im grown/ I stunt I style I flash the shit/ I do what the fuck I
want so what I trick/ fat-ass Birkin bags, classy shit/ Jimmy

can opener or be cut open like cantaloupe on canopy beds/

stockin cap, jacking off to a hockey mask, at a boxing match/


he cant say that! Yes he can, I just did faggot, now guess
again/ better text message your next of kin/ tell em shits
about to get extra messy especially when/ I flex again, and
throw a fucking lesbian in wet cement/ faggoty-faggotyfaggoty Raggedy Ann and Andy/ no Raggedy Andy and
Andy/ no it cant be, it cant be, yes it can be/ the fucking AntiChrist is back, Danny, its Satan in black satin panties/ this
is Amityville calamity/ God damn it, insanity pills fanny pack
filled with Xanies/ through every nook and cranny, looking for
trannies, milk and cookies/ spilt on my silk negligee lookie/
razor bl-ades with me to make you bl-eed/ cases of Maybelline
makeup lay on a table of weed/ Slim Shady shit sounds like
a fable to me/ till he jumps out the fucking toilet when your
taking a pee Chorus Verse 2 Six semen samples, seventeen
strands of hair/ found in the back of a van after the shoot
with Vanity Fair/ Hannah Montana prepare/ to elope with a

tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehab/ fuckin doctor, I


aint understand a damn word he said/ I planned to relapse
the second I walked out of that bitch/ two weeks in Brighton,
I aint enlightened/ bitin into a fuckin Vicodin like a Im a
Viking/ oh lightning is striking, might be a fucking sign that I
need a psychic/ evaluation, fuck Jason its Friday the 19th/
that means its just a regular day/ and this is the kind of shit I
think of regularly/ fuckin lesbian shouldnt of had her legs in
the way/ now shes pregnant and gay, missing both legs and
begging to stay Chorus Verse 3 Tell the critics Im back and
Im comin, to spit it back in abundance/ hit a fag with onions
then split a bag of Funyuns/ mad at me? Understandable/
cannibal, shoot an animal out of a cannon and have him
catapult at an adult/ Captain of a cult with an elite following/ to
turn Halloween back to a trick-or-treat holiday/ have Michael
Myers lookin like a liar/ swipe his powers, replace his knife
with flowers and a stack of flyers/ hit Jason Voorhees with
a 40/ stuck a suppository up his ass, and made him tell me
a story/ gave Hannibal Lecter a fuckin nectar-/ ine and sat
him in the fuckin fruit and vegetable section and gave him
a lecture/ walked up Elm Street with a fuckin whiffle bat
drew/ fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands,
too/ and came out with a little scratch, ooh/ lookin like I
got in a fuckin pillow fight with a Triple Fat Goose/ insanity
can it be vanity? Wheres the humanity/ in having a twisted
fantasy with an arm and leg amputee/ Straight jacket with
108 brackets/ and a strap that wraps twice around my back,
then they latch it/ cut your fuckin head off and ask where you
headed off too?/ get it, headed off too? Medic this headaches
awful/ this anesthetics pathetic sos this diabetic waffle/ and
this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco Chorus

Dr. West (Skit)

PERFORMED BY: Dominic West & Eminem /


PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre & Eminem / RECORDED
BY: Mauricio Veto Iragorri & Mike Strange @
Effigy Studios / ASSISTANT ENGINEERS: Robert
Reyes & Joe Strange /MIXED BY: Dr. Dre @ Effigy
Studios / KEYBOARDS BY: Mark Batson, Dawaun
Parker & Trevor Lawrence, Jr.

3 a.m.

(M. Mathers, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker, T. Lawrence,


M. Elizondo) (Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady
Music (BMI)/WB Music Corp./Aint Nothing Going on
but F****n (ASCAP)/Bat Future Music (BMI)/WarnerTamerlane Publishing Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/
PSALM 144:1 (BMI)/Songs of So Fab Music (BMI)/EMI
April Music, Inc. o/b/o Rincon Ave. Music (ASCAP))

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre / RECORDED BY:


Mauricio Veto Iragorri & Mike Strange @ Effigy
Studios & KDS Music Studios in Orlando, FL /
ASSISTANT ENGINEERS: Robert Reyes & Joe
Strange / MIXED BY: Dr. Dre @ Effigy Studios /
KEYBOARDS BY: Mark Batson, Dawaun Parker,
Trevor Lawrence, Jr. & Mike Elizondo / INTRO
BASS & GUITAR BY: Mike Elizondo

My Mom

(M. Mathers, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker, T. Lawrence)


(Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music (BMI)/
WB Music Corp./Aint Nothing Going on but F****n
(ASCAP)/Bat Future Music (BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane
Publishing Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/PSALM
144:1 (BMI)/Songs of So Fab Music (BMI)/Bud John
Songs (ASCAP) Administered by EMI CMG Publishing

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre / RECORDED BY:


Mauricio Veto Iragorri & Mike Strange @ Effigy
Studios & KDS Music Studios in Orlando, FL /
ASSISTANT ENGINEERS: Robert Reyes, Joe
Strange & Tommy Hicks, Jr. / MIXED BY: Dr. Dre
@ Effigy Studios / KEYBOARDS BY: Mark Batson,
Dawaun Parker & Trevor Lawrence, Jr. / GUITAR
BY: Eric Jesus Coomes

Insane

(M. Mathers, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker, T. Lawrence,


M. Elizondo) (Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady
Music (BMI)/WB Music Corp./Aint Nothing Going on
but F****n (ASCAP)/Bat Future Music (BMI)/WarnerTamerlane Publishing Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/
PSALM 144:1 (BMI)/Songs of So Fab Music (BMI)/EMI
April Music, Inc. o/b/o Rincon Ave. Music (ASCAP))

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre / RECORDED BY:


Mauricio Veto Iragorri & Mike Strange @ Effigy
Studios & KDS Music Studios in Orlando, FL /

ASSISTANT ENGINEERS: Robert Reyes, Joe


Strange & Tommy Hicks, Jr. MIXED BY: Dr. Dre
@ Effigy Studios KEYBOARDS BY: Mark Batson,
Dawaun Parker, Trevor Lawrence, Jr. & Mike
Elizondo / SCRATCHES BY: Trevor Lawrence, Jr.
/ GUITAR BY: Mike Elizondo
Contains interpolations from the composition Jock
Box (written by R. Bush) published by Tonk Music o/b/o
itself and Ke Mark Music and originally performed by
The Skinny Boys published by Tonk Music o/b/o itself
and Ke Mark Music. Used by permission.

Bagpipes From Baghdad

(M. Mathers, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker, T. Lawrence,


M. Elizondo, S. Cruse) (Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom
Shady Music (BMI)/WB Music Corp./Aint Nothing Going
on but F****n (ASCAP)/Bat Future Music (BMI)/WarnerTamerlane Publishing Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/
PSALM 144:1 (BMI)/Songs of So Fab Music (BMI)/EMI
April Music, Inc. o/b/o Rincon Ave. Music (ASCAP)/
Eclectic Effect (BMI))

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre & Trevor Lawrence,


Jr. / RECORDED BY: Mauricio Veto Iragorri
& Mike Strange @ Effigy Studios / ASSISTANT
ENGINEERS: Robert Reyes & Joe Strange / MIXED
BY: Dr. Dre @ Effigy Studios / KEYBOARDS BY:
Mark Batson, Dawaun Parker, Trevor Lawrence,
Jr. & Mike Elizondo / GUITAR BY: Sean Cruse

Hello

(M. Mathers, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker, T. Lawrence)


(Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music (BMI)/
WB Music Corp./Aint Nothing Going on but F****n
(ASCAP)/Bat Future Music (BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane
Publishing Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/PSALM
144:1 (BMI)/Songs of So Fab Music (BMI))

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre & Mark Batson /


RECORDED BY: Mauricio Veto Iragorri & Mike
Strange @ Record One Studios in Sherman Oaks,
CA, Studio At The Palms in Las Vegas, NV &
Effigy Studios / ASSISTANT ENGINEERS: Robert
Reyes, Mark Gray & Conor Gilligan / MIXED BY:
Dr. Dre @ Studio At The Palms in Las Vegas, NV
/ KEYBOARDS BY: Mark Batson, Dawaun Parker
& Trevor Lawrence, Jr.

Tonya (Skit)

TONYAS VOICE PERFORMED BY: Elizabeth


Keener / PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre & Eminem /
RECORDED BY: Mauricio Veto Iragorri @ Studio
At The Palms in Las Vegas, NV / ASSISTANT
ENGINEER: Robert Reyes / MIXED BY: Dr.
Dre @ Studio At The Palms in Las Vegas, NV /
KEYBOARDS BY: Mark Batson & Dawaun Parker

Same Song & Dance

(M. Mathers, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker, T. Lawrence,


M. Elizondo) (Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady
Music (BMI)/WB Music Corp./Aint Nothing Going on
but F****n (ASCAP)/Bat Future Music (BMI)/WarnerTamerlane Publishing Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/
PSALM 144:1 (BMI)/Songs of So Fab Music (BMI)/EMI
April Music, Inc. o/b/o Rincon Ave. Music (ASCAP))

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre & Dawaun Parker


/ RECORDED BY: Mauricio Veto Iragorri &
Mike Strange @ Effigy Studios / ASSISTANT
ENGINEERS: Robert Reyes & Joe Strange / MIXED
BY: Dr. Dre @ Effigy Studios / KEYBOARDS BY:
Mark Batson, Dawaun Parker & Trevor Lawrence,
Jr. / GUITAR BY: Mike Elizondo

We Made You

(M. Mathers, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker, T. Lawrence,


W. Egan) (Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music
(BMI)/WB Music Corp./Aint Nothing Going on but F****n
(ASCAP)/Bat Future Music (BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane
Publishing Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/PSALM 144:1
(BMI)/Songs of So Fab Music (BMI)/EMI April Music Inc./
Swell Sounds Music/Seldak Music/Melody Deluxe Music
(ASCAP))

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre & Eminem / ADDITIONAL


PRODUCTION BY: Doc Ish for In Ya Head
Productions / RECORDED BY: Mauricio Veto
Iragorri & Mike Strange @ Effigy Studios /
ASSISTANT ENGINEERS: Robert Reyes & Joe
Strange / MIXED BY: Dr. Dre @ Effigy Studios /
KEYBOARDS BY: Mark Batson / CHORUS VOCALS
BY: Charmagne Tripp
Contains an interpolation of Hot Summer Nights (Walter
Egan) published by EMI April Music Inc./Swell Sounds
Music/Seldak Music/Melody Deluxe Music (ASCAP)

Medicine Ball

(M. Mathers, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker, T. Lawrence)


(Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music (BMI)/
WB Music Corp./Aint Nothing Going on but F****n
(ASCAP)/Bat Future Music (BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane
Publishing Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/PSALM
144:1 (BMI)/Songs of So Fab Music (BMI))

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre & Mark Batson / RECORDED


BY: Mauricio Veto Iragorri & Mike Strange @ Effigy
Studios / ASSISTANT ENGINEERS: Robert Reyes
& Joe Strange / MIXED BY: Dr. Dre @ Effigy Studios
/ KEYBOARDS BY: Mark Batson & Dawaun Parker

Paul (Skit)

Recorded by: Paul D. Rosenberg, Esq.

Stay Wide Awake

(M. Mathers, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker, T. Lawrence,


M. Elizondo) (Shroom Shady Music (BMI)/WB Music
Corp./Aint Nothing Going on but F****n (ASCAP)/
Bat Future Music (BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane Publishing
Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/PSALM 144:1 (BMI)/
Songs of So Fab Music (BMI)/EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o
Rincon Ave. Music (ASCAP))

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre / RECORDED BY:


Mauricio Veto Iragorri & Mike Strange @ Effigy
Studios / ASSISTANT ENGINEERS: Robert
Reyes & Joe Strange / MIXED BY: Dr. Dre @
Effigy Studios / KEYBOARDS BY: Mark Batson,
Dawaun Parker & Trevor Lawrence, Jr. / GUITAR
BY: Mike Elizondo

Old Times Sake feat. Dr. Dre

(M. Mathers, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker, T. Lawrence)


(Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music (BMI)/
WB Music Corp./Aint Nothing Going on but F****n
(ASCAP)/Future
Music
(BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane
Publishing Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/PSALM
144:1 (BMI)/Songs of So Fab Music (BMI))

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre & Mark Batson / RECORDED


BY: Mauricio Veto Iragorri & Mike Strange @ Effigy
Studios / ASSISTANT ENGINEERS: Robert Reyes
& Tommy Hicks, Jr. / MIXED BY: Dr. Dre @ Effigy
Studios / KEYBOARDS BY: Mark Batson, Dawaun
Parker & Trevor Lawrence, Jr. / BASS & GUITAR
BY: Erick Jesus Coomes

Must Be The Ganja

(M. Mathers, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker, T. Lawrence)


(Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music (BMI)/
WB Music Corp./Aint Nothing Going on but F****n
(ASCAP)/Bat Future Music (BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane
Publishing Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/PSALM
144:1 (BMI)/Songs of So Fab Music (BMI))

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre & Mark Batson /


RECORDED BY: Mauricio Veto Iragorri & Mike
Strange @ Effigy Studios & KDS Music Studios
in Orlando, FL / ASSISTANT ENGINEERS:
Robert Reyes & Tommy Hicks, Jr. / MIXED BY:
Dr. Dre @ Effigy Studios / KEYBOARDS BY: Mark
Batson, Dawaun Parker & Trevor Lawrence, Jr.
/ BASS & GUITAR BY: Erick Jesus Coomes /
BACKGROUND VOCALS BY: Traci Nelson

Mr. Mathers (Skit)

E.M.T VOCALS BY: Elizabeth Keener & Matthew


St. Patrick / PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre & Eminem
/ RECORDED BY: Mauricio Veto Iragorri,
Mike Strange & Paul Foley @ Record One
Studios in Sherman Oaks, CA & Effigy Studios /

KEYBOARDS BY: Mark Batson & Dawaun Parker


/ MIXED BY: Dr. Dre @ Effigy Studios / E.M.T.
Consultant: Amelia Owens

Dj Vu

(M. Mathers, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker, T. Lawrence,


S. Cruse) (Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady
Music (BMI)/WB Music Corp./Aint Nothing Going on
but F****n (ASCAP)/Bat Future Music (BMI)/WarnerTamerlane Publishing Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/
PSALM 144:1 (BMI)/Songs of So Fab Music (BMI)/
Eclectic Effect (BMI))

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre / RECORDED BY:


Mauricio Veto Iragorri & Mike Strange @ Effigy
Studios / ASSISTANT ENGINEERS: Robert
Reyes & Joe Strange / MIXED BY: Dr. Dre @
Effigy Studios / KEYBOARDS BY: Mark Batson &
Dawaun Parker / GUITAR BY: Sean Cruse

Beautiful *

(M. Mathers, L. Resto, J. Bass, D. Black, A. Hill) (Songs


of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music (BMI)/Resto
World Music (ASCAP), admin by Nueve Music, LLC/
Eight Mile Style (BMI)/Universal PolyGram & Sony/ATV
Music Publishing (PRS))

PRODUCED BY: Eminem / CO-PRODUCED BY:


Jeff Bass / RECORDED BY: Mike Strange @ 54
Sound in Ferndale, MI / ASSISTANT ENGINEERS:
Tony Campana @ 54 Sound in Ferndale, MI /
MIXED BY: Eminem & Mike Strange @ Effigy
Studios / KEYBOARDS BY: Jeff Bass & Luis
Resto / BASS & GUITAR BY: Jeff Bass
Contains excerpts from Reaching Out written by Don
Black & Andy Hill, published by Universal PolyGram and
Sony/ATV Music Publishing (PRS) Used by Permission.
All rights reserved. Reaching Out performed by Queen
& Paul Rogers courtesy of Hollywood Records and
EMI Records Ltd. UK. Used by permission. All rights
reserved.90-

Crack A Bottle feat. Dr. Dre & 50 Cent

(M. Mathers, C. Jackson, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker,


T. Lawrence, J. Renard*) (Songs of Universal, Inc./
Shroom Shady Music (BMI)/50 Cent Music Publishing,
admin by Universal Music Publishing (ASCAP)/WB
Music Corp./Aint Nothing Going on but F****n (ASCAP)/
Bat Future Music (BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane Publishing
Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/PSALM 144:1(BMI)/
Songs of So Fab Music (BMI)/Amplitude Publishing
France and Sony/ATV Music (SACEM))

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre / RECORDED BY: Mauricio


Veto Iragorri & Mike Strange @ Record One
Studios in Sherman Oaks, CA, KDS Music Studios
in Orlando, FL & Effigy Studios / ASSISTANT
ENGINEERS: Robert Roomio Reyes, Tommy

Hicks, Jr. & Joe Strange / MIXED BY: Dr. Dre @


Effigy Studios / KEYBOARDS BY: Dawaun Parker
& Mark Batson / BASS & GUITAR BY: Erick
Jesus Coomes / SAMPLE SUBMITTED BY: Eric
Danchick
Contains interpolations from the composition Mais
Dans Ma Lumiere written by Jean Renard published
by Amplitude Publishing France and Sony/ATV Music
(SACEM). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

Steve Berman (Skit)


Performed by: Eminem, Steve Berman &
Angela Yee

Underground
(M. Mathers, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker, T. Lawrence)
(Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music (BMI)/
WB Music Corp./Aint Nothing Going on but F****n
(ASCAP)/Bat Future Music (BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane
Publishing Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/PSALM
144:1 (BMI)/ /Songs of So Fab Music (BMI))

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre / RECORDED BY:


Mauricio Veto Iragorri, Mike Strange, Paul
Foley & Ruben Rivera @ Record One Studios in
Sherman Oaks, CA & Effigy Studios / ASSISTANT
ENGINEERS: Robert Reyes, Joe Strange & Lizette
Rangel / MIXED BY: Dr. Dre @ Effigy Studios /
KEYBOARDS BY: Mark Batson & Dawaun Parker
/ CHORUS VOCALS PRODUCED BY: Sauce /
CHORUS VOCALS BY: Kip Blackshire, Tamara
Powell, Tavia Ivey & Lisa Ivey

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Official Prescription
Executive Producer: Dr. Dre
Eminem Management: Paul D. Rosenberg Esq.,
Tracy McNew and Marc LaBelle for Goliath Artists, Inc.
Eminem and Shady Records Legal: Theo Sedlmayr, Esq.
& Lisa Donini, Esq. for Sedlmayr and Associates, P.C.
Eminem A&R: Tracy McNew
Eminem Marketing: Christian Clancy
Effigy Studios Coordinator: John Fisher

Interscope
Interscope Marketing & Publicity: Dennis Dennehy
Interscope Marketing Director: Andrew Flad
Interscope Marketing Coordinator: Jason Sangerman
Interscope Production Coordinator: Les Scurry
Interscope International: Don Robinson
Interscope Legal: Susan Hilderley & Todd Douglas

Aftermath
Aftermath Legal: Peter Paterno, Esq.
for King, Holmes, Paterno & Berliner LLP
Aftermath Project Coordinators: Larry Chatman
& Kirdis Postelle
Aftermath Coordinating Assistant: Damon Bing Chatman

Booking (US): Cara Lewis for William Morris Agency


Booking (Europe): Steve Strange for X-Ray Touring
Art Direction /Design: Julian Alexander for SLANG, Inc.
Pill Collage Cover Image: Art Machine
Photography: Karin Catt
Spread Photo: Julian Alexander for SLANG, Inc.

All Songs Produced & Mixed by: Dr. Dre (except *)


All Skits Written by: Eminem & Paul Rosenberg
Sample Clearances: Deborah Mannis-Gardner for DMG Clearances, Inc.
Mastered By: Brian Big Bass Gardner at Bernie Grundman Mastering
Special Thanks to Pete, Tony & Elton

Practitioner Number: B0013893-72

Days Supply: 7

Patient Name: Mathers, Marshall


Address: 8 Mile Road, Detroit MI, 48201

Date: 12/21/2009
Quantity: 313

Take 1 tablet(s) one time(s) daily at 3am.


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Forever
Chorus It may not mean nothing to yall/ Understand nothing
was done for me, so I dont plan on stopping at all/ I want this
shit forever man (ever man, ever man)/ Im shutting shit down
in the mall/ and telling every girl she the one for me, and I
aint even planning to call/ I want this shit forever man (ever
man, ever man) Drake Verse Last name ever, first name
greatest/ Like a sprained ankle boy I aint nothing to play
with/ Started off local, but thanks to all the haters/ I know G4
pilots on a first name basis/ In your city faded off the brownNino/ She insists she got more class- we know/ Swimming in
the money come and find me- Nemo/ If I was at the club you
know I balled- chemo/ Drop the mix tape that shit sounded
like an album/ Whod have thought a country wide tour would
be the outcome?/ Labels want my name beside a X like
Malcolm/ Everybody got a deal, I did it without one/ Yeah,
nigga Im about my business/ Killing all these rappers you
would swear I had a hit list/ Everyone who doubted me is
asking for forgiveness/ If you aint been a part of it at least
you got to witness/ Bitches Chorus Kanye West Verse I
used to have hood dreams, big fame big chains/ I stuck my
dick inside this life until that bitch came/ I went hard all Fall
like the ball teams/ just so I can make it rain- all Spring/ Yall
seen my story, my glory I had raped the game young, you
can call it statutory/ When a nigga blow up, they gon build
statues of me/ old money, Benjamin Button, what? Nuthin/
Now super bad chicks giving me McLovin/ You would think
I ran the world, like Michelles husband/ You would think
these niggas know me when they really doesnt/ like they
was down with the old me, no you fuckin wasnt/ Youre such
a fuckin loser/ He didnt even go to class, Bueller/ Trade the
Grammy plaques just to have my Granny back/ Remember
she had that bad hip like a fanny pack?/ Chasin the stardom

will turn you to a maniac/ All the way in Hollywood and I

shakes the place/ Im Hannibal Lecter so just in case youre

cant even act/ They pull their cameras out, and God damn

thinkin of saving face/ You aint gonna have no face to save

he snapped/ I used to want this thing forever yall can have

by the time Im through with this place, so Drake Chorus

it back Chorus Lil Wayne Verse Ok, hello its da Martian,


Space Jam Jordans/ I want this shit forever, wake up and
smell the garden/ Fresher than the harvest, step up to the
target/ If I had one guess, then I guess Im just New Orleans/
And I will never stop, like Im running from the cops/ Hopped
up in my car, and told my chauffeur to the top/ Life is such
a fuckin roller coaster then it drops/ But what should I
scream for? This is my theme park/ My mind shines even
when my thoughts seem dark/ Pistol on my side, you dont
wanna hear that thing talk/ Let the King talk, check the price
and pay attention/ Lil Wayne- thats what they gotta say or
mention/ Im like Nevada in the middle of the summer/ Im
restin in the lead I need a pillow and a cover/ ssshhh, my
foots sleeping on the gas/ no brake pads, no such thing as
last- huh Chorus Eminem Verse There they go, packin
stadiums as Shady spits his flow/ Nuts they go, macadamian
they go so ballistic whoa/ He can make them look like Bozos
hes wondering if he should spit this slow?/ Fuck no, go for
broke, his cup just runneth over oh no/ he aint had him a
buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed/ theyve
been waiting patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose/ back
into the game and they know, rap will never be the same as
before/ bashin in the brains of these hoes, and establishin a
name as he goes/ the passion and the flame is ignited, you
cant put it out once we light it/ This shit is exactly what the
fuck that Im talking about when we riot/ You dealin with a
few true villains who stand inside of the booth truth spillin,

Hell Breaks Loose


Eminem I want you, to understand somethin/ That when I
come up in this bitch, I want the fans jumpin/ I want their fist
pumpin up in the air, I dont look like a millionaire/ But I feel
like a million bucks, ladies wont cha fill your cups?/ Shadys
come to feel ya up, are you a D or C cup?/ You could even
be a B, its just me and D-R-E/ Youll be in the E.R. we are
strapped with so much T.N.T./ We may blow, no not even
C.P.R. from the E.M.T.s/ Could help you to resuscitate you
busters must be flustered, wait/ You cant cut the mustard,
whats your problem cant you bust a grape?/ Err-chicachic-chic whats my name? Shady came and just crushed
the game/ Its really not even fair to them, cause they pale
in comparison/ So much they might as well wear his skin,
dont cha just wish you could share his pen?/ Cause this
shits gettin embarrassin, the fog is thick and the air is thin/
Cause he wont even let them try to breathe, la-da-diddyda-da-da-da-dee/ He makes it look so easy, girl you just hit
the lottery Chorus Now this would be the part of the song
that they drop the needle on and hell breaks loose/ Try to
restrain us you cant contain us were still gonna make a stink
no matter what we do/ Everywhere we go it seems were
looking for any excuse to just cut loose/ So this would be
the part of the song that they drop the needle on and hell
breaks loose Dre This is when shit hits the fan, like it just

and spit true feelings until our tooth fillings come flying up

splattered on Stan/ This is the only moment that matters,

out of our mouths- now rewind it/ Payback motherfucker,

your homie rolled in with Mathers/ Now chaos erupts- Ems

for the way that you doubted me, hows it taste?/ When I

in back, Dres in the front/ So do what we say at once/

slap the taste out your mouth with the bass so loud that it

this songs like a sance it haunts/ (Eminem) It makes

em stay in a trance, no choice they have to dance/ (Dre)

to the Lohan lick it while you let me watch ya/ who da knew

tournament of sorts, Christmas ornament you are/ Ill be

Its like the playoffs just makin sure that we stay in the hunt/

da Buddhad do to me what its done/ such cynicism when

sure to Ginsu ya, til theres no more skin to ya/ Boo-ya, who

Take a day off for what? Man you better lay off the blunts/

theres ism in my system/ Blunt hypnotism lift a spliff up to

ya think youre fuckin with?/ Duck because here he comes

You must be smokin somethin, you think I aint smokin

my lips son/ So much on my hands I got to give my kids a

again Chorus SCREAMING!!!

nuthin, stay off my nuts/ Now hit the floor baby time to wipe

fist bump/ Christopher Reeves swimming in my swim trunks/

away all the rust/ Shake all them cobwebs loose, loosen up

Mister help me is what he said to me and then sunk/ Women

with a little bit of Grey Goose/ Yeah girl shake that caboose, I

skinning them and cutting them up in chunks/ In comes, the

dont wanna see you try to make no excuse/ D-R-E is on the

woman with cocoa butter skin once... Chorus Once again

loose, a mongoose when it comes to the chronic use/ You

they call me Buffalo Bill/ Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill/ skin

know I cant stand to lose, me and my goons are like animals/

em up, hem em up sew em up in those kilts/up in those kilts,

We come through like a pack of wolves, and we came here to

up-up-up in those kilts/ man you dont want to go up in those

retract the roof/ Yeah man aint that the truth, girl your mans

hills/ up in those hills, up-up-up in those hills/ you better

back in the booth/ Definitely back up in this bitch, and this is

beware, stay clear of Buffalo Bill/ Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo

when, all hell breaks loose Chorus Now I know youre feelin

Bill Verse 2 Always, you can see him lurkin in the hallways/

discouraged, but homie just mark my words/ I am murdering

carcasses of Caucasian females in his crawl space/ how in

the flow, liquid courage Im finna blow/ As soon as we hit the

the hell did he fit em all into such a small place?/ Hide them

door, power surges head to toe/ Im sure to push it as far,

in the wall, well how long will the drywall take?/ Well fuck

as words are meant to go/ Were in the Indigo Winnebago

it then I got nothing but time Ill wait/ Until it dries for the

with tinted windows/ ferocious as we proceed to beat up the

moment I guess youre all safe/ After I sand it and buff I guess

block witcha hoe/ With speakers knockin its 3 oclock, me

that Ill paint/ My chainsaws out of gas- my regular saw aint/

and Doc then proceed to drop E and hop out the vehicle,

Now here I come again, damn stomach rumblin/ you can

and knock on youre door/ (Dre) Yeah, so let us in fore we

even hear the evil spirits coming from within/ Someones in,

huff and puff and we blow/ We aint bluffin for nothin well

the back of my damn house rummagin/ Its a girl, she looks

knock the stuffin out you/ Revenge is so sweet, move till you

pretty thin- but I want her skin/ Vrrrnnn (chainsaw noise) on

injure youre feet/ Yeah, move it or lose it freak, groove to the

the hunt again, when, will it ever end/ Evelyn, why you trying

beat, loose yourself indubitably/ Pass up on that little cute

to fight? You will never win/ Severin legs, arms, damn there

chick right there? Thatd be pretty damn stupid of me/ Born

goes another limb/ Pull the lever, then trap door- death is

and raised in the CPT, yeah Los Angeles cruisin the streets/

evident Chorus Verse 3 Now, what cha know about Buffalo

Them haters hatin on me, but I refuse to lose any sleep/

Bill? Nothin so chill/ Fuckin hoe, you better fuckin hold still/

Keep that deuce-deuce on the seat, Dre fall off? Thats news

Make sure none of that lotion in that bucket dont spill/ Cut

to me Chorus

em, gut em and just get to stuffin those girls/ Man I think

Verse 2 Sorry Lance, Mr. Lambert and Aiken aint going to

she had enough of those pills/ Sedate her, then I wait I come

make it/ they get, so mad when I call them both faggots/ All

back later just-a-clutchin those steel/ blades baby when I cut

these fuckin voices in my head I cant take it/ Someone shut

ya dont squeal/ I hate the loud noises, I fucking told you/ I

that fuckin baby up, fore I shake it/ Youre standin adjacent

keep hearing voices, like wouldnt you like to go and get your

to Jason-slash-Leatherface-and, together makes em, a

butcher knife/ and push it right through her/ while you push

fucking bad combination/ I lashed at my doctor in my last

your shish-kabob skewers into her/ Barbeque her, would ya

operation/ Shoved the wiener schnitzel up his ass, hopped

do to her, whatcha usually do to a girl whose skins newer?/

away some-/body please stop the patient get the cops to

In a world of sin you are, this is turning into a/ Torment

mace him/ Homie, Im the sheizer! ask Dr. Dreson/ I cant

Buffalo Bill
Verse 1 Better watch out, sucker now I got you where I want
ya/ onslaught comin and Im packin in my lunch-a/ bunch
of, missile launchers and a bunch of contra-/ ban van full of
ganja- now come on jump/ man stop moshin Marshall oh
my God youre/ doin the Cha-Cha and Cucaracha with a
quad-ra/ plegic, boogeyin down to Frank Sinatra/ Lindsay

Elevator
Intro All aboard! O.k Next stop? My basement! (Ha-ha)
Ill meet you down there Chorus There once was saying,
that I used to say/ Back in the day when I met Dre/ I used
to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof/ That if I
went gold, Id go right through the roof/ He said what if you
went platinum? Id just laugh at him/ Thats not happenin,
that I cant fathom/ Eighty-some million records worldwide
later/ Im living in a house, with a fucking elevator Verse 1
Haters get mad they done had enough of Shady/ You slay
me, nothing you say matters enough to touch me/ Rappers
try to play me, they use Hailie as a ukulele/

Whoopsa-

that-a fucking daisy/ Thats a no-no, even she knows DaDas fucking crazy/ fucking animal, cuckoo, bananas
fuckin-A, B/ Maybe its because I never had a mother raise
me/ Fuck around and throw a baby, at another baby/ You
may think its cause of the way that I was brought up/ But
its all caught up to me now, karmas in the waters/ Every
line I ever said has got me in a corner/ You might think it
doesnt, creep up on ya but it all does/ You wouldnt listen
man, I tried to warn ya when you started/ Now your brains
all haunted cause of all the shit you thought of/ Chainsaw
slaughters, turn your daughters into sawdust/ I never thought
itd come to this, I ought ta just be honest, but Chorus

leave the game, I just cant walk away son/ No not now, not

think I might just do somethin a little less subtle/ Shove a

diaper needs to be changed/ You like graffiti dyke? well I can

a chance not today son/ I cant believe I leave for one brief

fuckin Tonka truck up a little kids butthole/ Feel the wrath

pee-pee and write your name Chorus Outro Fine. Nobody

second/ and you pussies queef all over the rap game- naked/

of a psychopath, slash ambassador/ Of the Valentines Day

wants to play with me? Fuck you then Bitch. You guys are

And use a leaf to wipe up the crap stain fuck it/ Ill just keep

Massacre/ Slash assassin, Ill slash her in the ass with a/

always mean to me anyways. All you always do is rub gum

saying the same exact saying check it Chorus Verse 3

Icicle and leave her lay in a bloodbath while I/ Put a catheter

in my hair and stuff. You guys are gonna make me- make me

Elevator in my house ha! Ill smell you later/ I blew the fuck

in, and jump in the bath with her/ In my Spiderman mask,

sad. Im sad. Im gonna cry. Im cryin (cries). Im gonna tell

up a hamster in the microwave Im/ thinkin bout an escalator

man just imagine the/ Fun I can have with a strap on/ Stick it

my Mom. Mom?!?!

now steps I hate em/ Told the neighbors step away, then I

up Kim Kardashians ass and make the bitch run a triathlon/

just pepper sprayed em/ Yeah, for every time you ride down

Are those pistachios? Damn Id like to have some/ Layin

the street/ Or hide out, drive by my house and beep/ Like

on the patio man rolling a fat one/ Shady drop the magic

now motherfucker try now to sleep/ Lie down fucker (bahhh)

marker put the cap on/ God-damn man are you that much of

try counting sheep/ and your trying to find out why now

an asshole? Chorus Verse 2 Im like Houdini, tuck my teeny-

theres beef?/ Mace in your face bitch, cry now pussy/ This is

eenie-weenie between each/ one of my thighs and make it

my house, all 9000 feet/ So you can suck my dick with Amy

disappear like a genie/ Make the shit disappear like Tara Reid

Winehouses teeth/ Then I shove em in the elevator, take em

in a bikini/ Believe me homie, you dont know the meaning of

to the top/ Stand above em just to cut the fuckin cable let

a meanie/ They call me the fruit loop from Jupiter/ Im tryin to

em drop/ Walk an hour to the damn refrigerator, get a pop/

maneuver the, Hoover up in your poop shoot, dont move or

While I let em fall all the way to the basement yellin stop

ya/ Might get it stuck so fuckin far up in your uvula/ You aint

Chorus Outro Fuckin son of a bitch, I cant believe this shit/

gonna know what he was tryin to do to your gluteus/ Totally

this must be all that there is, this must be it/ Fuckin-A I even

tubular sniffing glue through a tube in the studio/ Now who

got a bidet/ to was my ass after I shit, with gold toilet paper/

do ya think is more fruitier?/ Wiener smothered in peanut

Dishwasher so big when Im pissed off, I can just toss a/

butter/ Putting on a tube of your eye shadow, and man it

Flyin saucer in it- the shits awesome/ Yeah fuckin elevator,

looked nice you shoulda seen it mother/ I think Ill put a piece

living in a house with a fuckin elevator

of art on my Visa card/ then Ill go beat Mischa Barton with


a Cuisinart, then mosey on over to Rosie ODonnells/ with

Taking My Ball

McDonalds, jump in her lap and watch the Sopranos Chorus

Intro Yo Dre man, make my vocals sound- sexy. Come on

Grab an aluminum bat, hit Heidi Klum in the back (boom)

man, come on man, ok... Chorus It feels so wrong cause


it feels so right/ But its alright, its o.k. with me/ Ill do my
steps all by myself/ I dont need nobody to play with me/ But
if you just give me a chance/ I can put you in a trance the
way I dance/ But dont nobody wanna play with me, so Im
taking my ball and going home, home Verse 1 Im that guy
man, shove a diamond up my hind end/ and crush it with
my butt muscles while I cut vocals/ Slut poke holes in your
shirt, jump in mud puddles/ While I stomp mud holes in your
ass, girl now lets cuddle/ Blood curdlin your gurgglin on your
blood whatll/ I do for my next trick, Im feelin won-derful/ I

Verse 3 Shady what are you doin chewin on a human?/


and/ Assumin the fact that that dudes in the back-room/
Usin the bathroom, vacuumin a raccoon/ Skewing a rat, a
cat screwin a baboon/ You shouldnt ask, what is he doin
with that broom?/ You should be glad he aint leave you full

Music Box
Intro Yeah. Yeah girl, can you hear that? Its playing our
song. Are you sleepy? Take a nap. Youre not afraid of the
dark are you? Verse 1 You hear the beat as it makes ya not
want to go to sleep/ I knock on Dakotas door, its locked so
I go to creep/ Round the back with binoculars not cause I
wanna peep/ But because Im hungry, she smells like tacos
I wanna eat/ Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows are
so sweet/ With sugarplums, oh look here comes Marshall
hes on your street/ Hes placing hot smoldering charcoals
beneath your feet/ Now walk on em, hes dancin with
carcasses cheek to cheek/ Like a Thanksgiving turkey,
a holiday ham/ Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry
marmalade jam/ Favor my favorite Graham Crackers with
Jon Benet Rams/ I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all
that I am Chorus (My Music Box) Cause when the lights are
off, I see the girls asleep (My Music Box) But I can hear you
my love, you keep calling me/ (My Music Box) Although were
worlds apart, you mean the world to me (My Music Box) So
when you call I come (My Music Box) and I will answer/ (My
Music Box) Cause when the lights are off, I see the girls
asleep (My Music Box) I hear my music box, playing a song
for me/ (My Music Box) So wont you twirl around and do a
whirl for me? (My Music Box) Wont you be my pri-vate little

of stab wounds/ You in a trance? Im back doing my dance-

dancer? (My Music Box) Verse 2 I almost look comatose,

ooh!/ But theyre afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the hair

who wants to be sober? Gross/ I foam like a Doberman,

and make her/ wear a bathing suit and take her parasailin/
Shady why do you gotta pick on the lady for?/ Why you make
her read 84 bedtime stories to you in baby talk?/ Cause Im
scared theres monsters under my bed/ Kelly Pickler hid my
juice box under my bassinet/ No wonder my ass is wet my

mouth open I overdose/ Put coke up my nostrils in both my


holes, then I plug my nose/ My pupils quadruple in size,
eyes are so bugged I know/ I put on my mothers makeup
get naked and run around/ Wavin a gun around I think Im
down to a hundred pounds/ Theres thunda, I wonda how

come it rains but the sun is out/ The devils upset with his

bitch Im like Chef Boyardee in this bitch, send a bomb to my

boy, Detroit is a rock/ We get ta beefin aint no tellin at what

wife they must be sluggin it out/ I must be buggin the fuck

moms lawyer/ Im a problem for ya, boy ya think youre Tom

point itll stop/ All I got to do is point to the spot/ When the

out, but what the fuck about/ Voices are leading me up to the

Sawyer/ Till I pull ya out the fuckin story book and stomp

bomb drops, boy does it drop and when it does, boy theres

on ya/ Fuckin fictitional characters and fairy tales/ Prepare

a problem Chorus Verse 3 Boy dont jinx yourself, boy Im

yourself, for Captain America on ferris wheels/ But it aint

Michael Spinks with the belt/ Stringer Bell boy, my name

fiction, its fact boy beware its real/ Them lyrics you wield

rings bells for itself/ Im sick as hell boy, ya better run and

equal zero to a heros shield/ Mister fly-by-the-seat-of-his-

tell someone else/ Bringing hell, boy singin telegrams will

pants parasail/ Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a

get dealt/ and to that boy on them sedative meds who said

pair of stilts/ and I aint wearing zilch, zip zero nothing no,

he was better/ I bet he never seen Freddy in a black and red

nada/ Like you fada fucking youre mada Chorus Drop the

little sweater/ back better than ever, the cheddar shredder,

bomb on em/ Please dont drop the bomb on me, Shady

the grater/ the beef grinder, Ill settle vendettas a little later/

please, please dont drop the bomb on me/ Drop the bomb on

Givin haters incubators, think ya made a mistake/ By saying

her corpse drippin/ The mortician of love, sent from above

em/ I dont want no doggone beef, See? Aint no reason to

Shady was ghost, I aint even close to the gate/ You got one

forced entry/ The more wenchy the more stingy I become/

sic the dogs on me/ Drop the bomb on em/ Please dont drop

foot in the grave, just stay put and behave/ Im bout to turn

Been doin this for more than a quarter century Im just numb/

the bomb on me, Shady please, please dont drop the bomb

this fuckin place to Beirut in a day/ So hey, wouldnt ya say

Am I dreamin? Is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns/

on me/ Drop the bomb on em/ I dont want no doggone beef,

Im the shit? Couldnt agree with ya more/ If you were to say

The time has come, to tie her up, lateral me the ladder/ Ive

See? Aint no reason to sic the dogs on me Verse 2 Boy Im

that my fuckin shit doesnt stink/ Shady fuckin Aftermath

the Real McCoy, you little boys cant even fill voids/ Partys

boy, the ship doesnt sink/ It just floats in the fuckin water,

over kids, kill the noise here come the killjoys/ Me and Dre,

till we fill up the tank Chorus

attic, I love my house/ They pull and they tug my blouse, the
sound of a music box/ Comes from inside a toy chest, but
what do I do its locked?/ I pick it and open it but its stuffed
full of human parts/ I dig til I find it, I wind it up and the tune
just starts/ Its playin a song, so beautiful and the room is
dark/ The moon is full, I smell a funeral guess Ill loom in
the park Chorus Verse 3 Im fixated on asphyxiatin/ and
breakin this little chicks neck like a pixie stick, the sick Satan/
Worshippin bitches get horse whippings, Im in the back
through the back-door slippin/ Through the crack, leavin

had enough of the chatter climb up to the window look at her/


Then climb in slow to shatta her brain matta and batta her/
With a bat,, a matta a fact that will splatta her/ But before I
do that Ill have a chat to flatta her/ Give her two compliments
back to back like Tabitha/ Im your secret admirer, Im back
to ravish ya/ So strong is your fight but your no match for
Dracula/ Prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin her/
Dismember her limbs simple as that, cadava her/ Zoom in
with the lens, then pan back the camera/ Stand back, cause

the steel alloys, the rap crown royals/ Who scalp cowboys,
now how that sound for ya?/ Yeah boy, you know were bout
to put it down for ya/ So kick ya shoes off in the foyer have
a sound voyage/ and sayonara, see you fuckers tomorrow/
Get some R&R and marinate in some marinara/ and have
a Coke and a smile, dont make open a jar/ Of whip-ass on

here comes your man Jack, so Pamela Chorus

ya, thats the last straw ya hopin to draw/ Yeah you fresher

Drop The Bomb On Em

them boys boy them no up to par/ I just show up, go up to

Yeah boy, dem better to ring the alarm boy, dem know

what I do, boy Im a star/ Boy I told ya, boy Im a solider boy

whats comin boy, buck-buck-buck, ha-ha yeah, yeah, yeah,


yeahVerse 1 Oh my God, fuckin bumbaclot, Im hard as
Kenard/ the little boy who shot Omar in The Wire/ Tie a
whore up with barbwire in nothing but a bra boy/ Im the real
deal and charbroil her on a the bon fire/ and bon voyage,

than most, boy Im just doper than all/ Boy Im that boy, boy

MAXIMUM DAILY DOSAGE

stage and blow up the spot/ There aint no boy who can do
Im Deshaun/ Holton in this bitch, Im the Proof, boy youre
a fraud/ Ill destroy ya boy, fuck around and blow ya to sod/
Oh my God, boy ya didnt go there, no you did not/ Ive got a
whole story board for ya boy, youre the plot/ Youre gettin
got, whether you try to avoid it or not/ Apology not accepted

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Forever
Drake, Kanye West, Lil Wayne & Eminem

(D. Samuels, A. Graham, K. West, D. Carter, M. Mathers)


1da Boi Productions/Sony/ATV (ASCAP)/Live Write
LLC/EMI Blackwood Music, Inc (BMI) Please Gimme My
Publishing, Inc./EMI Blackwood Music, Inc. (BMI)/Young
Money Publishing, Inc./Warner-Tamerlane Publishing
Corp.(BMI)/Shroom Shady Music/Songs of Universal,
Inc. (BMI)

PRODUCED BY: Boi-1da for 1da Boi Productions


/ RECORDED BY: Noah 40 Shebib and Mike
Strange @ Effigy Studios / ASSISTANT ENGINEER:
Joe Strange / MIXED BY: Eminem & Noah 40
Shebib at Effigy Studios & Threshold Studio
Santa Monica CA. / ADDITIONAL KEYBOARDS
BY: Mike Strange & Eric Johnson
*Drake appears courtesy of Aspire/Young Money/
Cash Money/Universal Motown Records. / Kanye West
appears courtesy of Def Jam Records. / Lil Wayne
appears courtesy of Cash Money/Universal Motown
Records.

Hell Breaks Loose feat. Dr. Dre

(M. Mathers, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker, T. Lawrence)


Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music (BMI)/
WB Music Corp./Aint Nothing Going on but F****n
(ASCAP)/Bat Future Music (BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane
Publishing Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/PSALM
144:1(BMI)/EMI Blackwood Music, Inc. O/B/O itself and
Songs of So Fab Music (BMI)

Buffalo Bill

(M. Mathers, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker, M. Elizondo)


Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music (BMI)/
WB Music Corp./Aint Nothing Going on but F****n
(ASCAP)/Bat Future Music (BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane
Publishing Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/PSALM
144:1(BMI)/EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Rincon Ave.
Music (ASCAP)

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre & Mark Batson / RECORDED


BY: Mauricio Veto Iragorri & Mike Strange @
Effigy Studios / ASSISTANT ENGINEERS: Robert
Reyes & Joe Strange / MIXED BY: Dr. Dre @
Effigy Studios / KEYBOARDS BY: Mark Batson,
Mike Elizondo & Dawaun Parker

Elevator

(M. Mathers, L. Resto) Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom


Shady Music (BMI)/Resto World Music (ASCAP), admin
by Nueve Music, LLC

PRODUCED BY: Eminem / ADDITIONAL PRODUCTION BY: Luis Resto / RECORDED BY:
Mike Strange & Mauricio Veto Iragorri @ Effigy
Studios / ASSISTANT ENGINEERS: Joe Strange
& Robert Roomio Reyes / MIXED BY: Dr. Dre,
Eminem & Mike Strange @ Effigy Studios /
KEYBOARDS BY: Luis Resto / ADDITIONAL
KEYBOARD BY: Mark Batson / SCRATCHES BY:
DJ Butterfingers

Taking My Ball

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre & Mark Batson / RECORDED


BY: Mauricio Veto Iragorri & Mike Strange @
Encore Studios in Burbank, CA, Avex Studios
in Honolulu, HI & Effigy Studios / ASSISTANT
ENGINEERS: Robert Reyes & Joe Strange /
MIXED BY: Dr. Dre @ Encore Studios in Burbank, CA
/ KEYBOARDS BY: Mark Batson, Dawaun Parker
& Trevor Lawrence / ADDITIONAL VOCALS BY:
Nikki Grier

(M. Mathers, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker, T. Lawrence)


Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music (BMI)/
WB Music Corp./Aint Nothing Going on but F****n
(ASCAP)/Bat Future Music (BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane
Publishing Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/PSALM
144:1(BMI))/EMI Blackwood Music, Inc. O/B/O itself
and Songs of So Fab Music (BMI)

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KEYBOARDS BY: Mark Batson, Dawaun Parker


& Trevor Lawrence

Music Box

(M. Mathers, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker, T. Lawrence)


Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music (BMI)/
WB Music Corp./Aint Nothing Going on but F****n
(ASCAP)/Bat Future Music (BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane
Publishing Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/PSALM
144:1(BMI)/Songs of So Fab Music (BMI)

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre & Dawaun Parker/ RECORDED BY: Mauricio Veto Iragorri & Mike Strange
@ Record One Studios in Sherman Oaks, CA &
Effigy Studios / ASSISTANT ENGINEERS: Robert
Reyes & Joe Strange / MIXED BY: Dr. Dre @
Encore Studios in Burbank, CA / KEYBOARDS
BY: Mark Batson, Dawaun Parker & Trevor Lawrence

Drop The Bomb On Em

(M. Mathers, A. Young, M. Batson, D. Parker, T. Lawrence)


Songs of Universal, Inc./Shroom Shady Music (BMI)/
WB Music Corp./Aint Nothing Going on but F****n
(ASCAP)/Bat Future Music (BMI)/Warner-Tamerlane
Publishing Corp./Alien Status Music (BMI)/PSALM
144:1(BMI)/EMI Blackwood Music, Inc. O/B/O itself and
Songs of So Fab Music (BMI)

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre / RECORDED BY: Mauricio


Veto Iragorri & Mike Strange @ KDS Studios
in Orlando, FL & Effigy Studios / ASSISTANT
ENGINEERS: Robert Reyes & Joe Strange / MIXED
BY: Dr. Dre @ Effigy Studios / KEYBOARDS BY:
Mark Batson, Dawaun Parker & Trevor Lawrence /
GUITAR BY: Erik Coomes

PRODUCED BY: Dr. Dre / RECORDED BY: Mauricio


Veto Iragorri & Mike Strange @ Effigy Studios
/ ASSISTANT ENGINEERS: Robert Reyes & Joe
Strange / MIXED BY: Dr. Dre @ Effigy Studios /

250MG CAPSULES

Photo: Ed Caas

Photo: Dan Winters

Proof
No matter how much time passes,
not a day goes by that I dont think
of you. If it werent for you, I would
not be where I am today and we both
know it. I tried to write a song for you
but nothing was good enough, so Im
dedicating them all to you- and youd
be happy to know that I spazzed out
on em again! I know you wouldnt
have it any other way! Fuck em all
-- lets get em!
P.S. Im still sober, I know youd be proud.
I love you Doody, Ill never forget you.
Love, Doody