Things Get Worse

[Chorus 1: Eminem]

There’s no need to say shit, you already know

The question is just how far will this go?

How far will he take it?

And when will he stop?

Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up

But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not

You just can’t can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya

You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us?

Man, when are you gonna let up?

I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better

[Verse 1: Eminem]

Holy Toledo, it’s Angelina Jolie, amigo

She told me "Yo, Shady just hand your penis to me, I’ll deep throat,"

And Brad if you try to stand between us then we’re gonna see, bro

Who was a fantasy, I don’t mean to damage your ego

You faggots wanna 'rassle?

I shove a fucking jar of Vaseline up inside your asshole

And rope it shut with a lasso

Couple of crushed Lexapro broken up with the capsule or Paxil

Just in case I ain't dope enough with the raps, though

Coke is cut with tobacco, smoke it up, then go wacko

This is what happens when you mix a coconut with Tabasco

(Shady, let go, the ho has been choked enough, let her ass go)

Not till Jessica Simpson lets go of the tuna casserole

'Cause I used to love her hooters now Carmen Electra's cuter

Strap an extension cord to her arm and electrocute her

I’m off my fucking meds, but I’m on an electric scooter

I might just scoot by and shoot my mom in the neck with rugers

Spit in Jason's face while I vomit on Freddy Krueger

They can’t even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar

Now I’m gone get the rectal thermometer, get the lubra-

Cation and get the patient some Darvocet to chew 'cause...

[Chorus 2: Eminem & B.o.B]

There’s no need to say shit you already know

The question is just how far will this go

How far will he take it?

And when will he stop?

B.o.B I done told you once homie to easy up, jeez

There’s no need to say shit you already know

The question is just how far will this go

Cause I will never lay down

And I will never let up

I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better

[Verse 2: B.o.B]

With the soul of a Shaman

I'll eat a beat then vomit

Like a bulimic woman with an uneasy stomach

I pass by people on the street they seem like sheep and zombies

Stiffer than a therapeutic pair of jeans you run in

So can you hear me coming

Eminem this beat is absolutely disgusting

It’s probably got diseases on it

I’m just being honest, I can see the comments

I can see the evolution as we creep up on it

I put that music in your veins like a needle junkie

Shit I just do this for the haters, I don't need the money

I'm diarrhea on the track so it needs plunging

Somebody please tell these girls to release my undies

Nobody really understands my language

I find it complicated just to hold a conversation

But still I got a whole lot of patience

Sittin’ back watching Earth from my Space station

[Chorus 1: Eminem]

There’s no need to say shit, you already know

The question is just how far will this go?

How far will he take it?

And when will he stop?

Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up

But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not

You just can’t can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya

You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us?

Man, when are you gonna let up?

I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Oh my gosh I put Natasha Bedingfield in a washer

Watch it go from rinse to spin cycle

It's like I got ya hypnotized and I forgot ya

My God, ya psychologically fucked

Michael would like an apology, what?

Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco truck and a white tricycle up his butt

And glue the seat of bicycle to his nuts

I’m as cold as a muthafucking icicle, I'm a nut

I ain't nuttin’ nice, man I like to pull knives and I like to cut

The poster addict for post traumatic stress

I guess this is the most dramatic I’ve been in a while

This is the closest that it's come to the Marshall Mathers

I can hear him start to gather

I don’t paint the portrait of the picture perfect Partridge family

This ain't your orphan Annie, no this is more uncanny

Kick down Dakota Fanning's front door while the whore is tanning

(He can’t say whore) Of course he can, man he just saw her fanny

Then murdered her while he danced around the room and wore her panties

[Chorus 1: Eminem]

There’s no need to say shit, you already know

The question is just how far will this go?

How far will he take it?

And when will he stop?

Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up

But you just won’t listen will ya? Nah, I guess not

You just can’t can ya? Man, I can’t stand ya

You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us?

Man, when are you gonna let up?

I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better