Session One

[Intro: Eminem] Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise Aw, shit, yeah You ready to get this shit started or what? Aight Well, I brought some friends with me too [Verse 1: Eminem] Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin', “I'm back” I could relax, but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles, then black- -Out and relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin', double Shot of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin'—woah-ho I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'—uh-oh You can call me R. Kelly now, you're in trouble What's occurrin' before, after, and durin' the show Has no bearin' on the bad news I'm bearin', woah What is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushin' you out the do' So, suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow Now stomp your fuckin' feet 'til you get to squishing a ho It's pandemo-nium, standing o when you see him, oh Damn, baby, you look good, you're givin' me wood You should pull over like a sweatshirt with a hood It's neck work, get our polly on, you and me, both Break bread while I'm coppin' over this game to pinch a loaf Now, homie, who's your favorite pain in the ass? Who claims to be Spittin' the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed In other words, I got the hood on smash, like I stepped on the gas Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash Went through 'em and laughed, came back an hour after the accident And bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half So stop fakin' the funk and start shakin' your ass Slaughterhouse in the house with the Caucasian of rap And Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more amazin' than that Slut? Answer me that, Royce, where you at? [Verse 2: Royce da 5’9”] I'm right here, Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you Lump on your head designed by a barstool Designed by a cartoon Before I need to be hired, Jimmy, I'll fire Marshall The 9 tucked against the linin' I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69ing It's like Rick James is shootin' up your house, nigga! Fuck your couch, nigga! You screamin', “Fuck the world!” with your middle finger up While I'm over here shovin' my dick in a hole in the mud My bitch know, I'm perfectly fit for murder Because I murdered her, so you can call me Nicole to O. J. to Glove I got a posse of insane clowns Blow your brains on your opposite ear and ask you how your brain sounds Bad, Evil,we go Alfred E. Neumann Mad cerebral,you on your last burrito (What that mean, Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin' Get a beat, then terrorize that bitch like I'm Middle Eastern Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touchin' that Good day and good night, Ortiz, yo, where the fuck you at? [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years Ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to look at, a nightmare Where my book at? I'll write fear in the heart of you tight squares I harbor the art of you nice wear It's type weird 'cause that made me hotter than my dear Uncle Al's breath after polishin' off his ninth beer Homie, chill, listen, I swear I'm god, I give tracks a Holy-feel, and they bite ears I'm right here, why wouldn't I be? Just waiting to be hooked to IV As Mumm-Ra's well, when you look at my pee And this joint (No exception), so just point (A direction) And record the pig's oink (When I rip his intestines) This isn't just an infection This won't go away with penicillin injections Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, what I exhibit (What?) Seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it Oh, I shid-dit, I did it again, when I lid-dift this pen I emitted this phlegm, this time it's alongside Ede-minem So, tell a friend to tell a friend write a disgusting hook Jump in shark water and swim, yo, where the fuck is Crook? [Verse 4: Crooked I] I'm right here, lettin' the shotty pop, quick as a karate chop Get your body shot, get your top chopped, like a lollipop Call it “Maserati drop”, in the body shop Get your mommy knocked and your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped I take your life to the ninth innin' A knife in the gunfight, I love it, me and my knife winnin' I laugh, when you fall, the shit'll be funny I'll buy my bitch a new ass and watch her sit on my money Man, all the bitches holla—they wanna drop my britches Then jaw on my dick and swallow, leave drawers in this Impala I ball like Iguodala, I bear more arms than six koalas As soon as I draw, get sent to Allah Bi-linguist don, I kill with the tongue, I'm Atilla the Hun I'm Genghis Khan, I'm a genius spawn I pillage your village for fun, an egregious con A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, are South flying We do it to try to do without tryin' (Slaughterhouse) 'Cause to it's us it's so easy Where's "Jumpoff" Joe Beezy?