My 1st Single

[Intro]

Oh!

Yeah!

So much for first single on this one

[Verse 1]

Shady's the label, Aftermath is the stable

That the horses come out of—erra

Of course we're about to stir up

Some shit thick as Mrs. Buttersworth's syrup

It's the Mr. Picked-on-Christopher-Reeves-just-for-no-reason

Other than to—just to tease him

'Cause he was his biggest (*burp*) fan

He used to be Superman, now I'm pourin'

Liquor on the curb in his name for him

"Eminem, you wait 'til we meet up again, fucker

I'm kickin' your ass for everything you've ever said!"

It goes one for the money, two for the fuckin' show

Ready, get set, let's go

Here comes the buckin' bronco

Stompin' and stampedin' up the damn street like them buffalo

Soldiers, I told ya I'm 'bout to blow, so look out below, Geronimo

Motherfuckers, it's dominoes, I'm on a roll

Around and around I go

When will I stop? I don't know

Tryin' to pick up where The Eminem Show left off

But I know anything's possible

Though I'm not gonna top what I sold

I'm at the top of my game, that shit is not gonna change

Long as I got Dr. Dre on my team I'll get away

With murder: I'm like O.J., he's like my Cochran today

We keep the Mark Fuhrman tapes

In a safe, locked 'em away (*slam*)

Better watch what you say

Just when you thought you were safe

Them fuckers got you on tape

You swear to God you was playin'

Whether or not you was little Joshua

Gosh, I wish I could've told you to not do the same

'Cause one day it could cost you your name

[Chorus]

And this was supposed to be my first single (*burp*)

But I just fucked that up, so

Fuck it, let's all have fun, let's mingle (*burp*)

Slap a bitch and smack a hoe

This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle (*fart*)

That you hear on your radio

But shit's about to hit the shingle (*fart*)

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra

[Post-Chorus]

Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra

Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah

Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra

Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka

[Verse 2]

Eri-Eri-Erick swallowed some generic sleeping pills

And woke up in bed next to his best friend Derrick, bare-naked

Jig-a-jig-ji-ji-Janean just turned 16 and used a fake ID

To sneak in VIP to see R. Kelly

Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee to be so young and naïve

Oh, what I wouldn't give to live so Kim and carefree

Paris and Nicky's parents must be so tickled, they cherish

Every picture with their kids with hickeys all over their necks

Hickory-dickory Dirk Diggler, look at me work wizardry

With these words – am I a jerk or just jerk chicken?

Or chiga-chigga-chig-chig-jer-chig-jer jerkin' your chain

Twenty-two jerks in a jerk circle, or is it a circle jerk?

Wait a minute, what am I sayin'? Allow me to run it back

And rewind it {blblblblblblblb} – wait, let me ask you again

Am I just jerkin' your chain? Am I berserk or insane?

Or am I just one of them damn amateurs workin' the dang

Cameras, filmin' one of them Paris Hilton homemade

Pornos, who keeps tiltin' the lens at an angle

Jigga-ji-just recently somebody just discovered

Britney and Justin videotapes of 'em fuckin'

When they was just Mouseketeers in the Mickey Mouse Club

And dusted 'em and went straight to The Source with 'em

'Cause they could've sworn someone said, "Ni—"

And then tried to erase and record over it

But if you listen close enough to it you can hear the

"Ga-hu" and then they come to

Find out it was Justin sayin', "I'm gon—nuh cum!"

[Chorus]

And this was supposed to be my first single (*burp*)

But I just fucked that up, so

Fuck it, let's all have fun, let's mingle (*burp*)

Slap a bitch and smack a hoe

This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle (*fart*)

That you hear on your radio

But shit's about to hit the shingle (*fart*)

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra

[Post-Chorus]

Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra

Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah

Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra

Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka

[Verse 3]

Any opinions or somethin' you just wanna get off your chest

And address it about my lyrics I'd love to hear it

All you gotta do is pick up the phone and just dial up this number

It's 1-800-I'M-A-DICK-SUCKER-I'D-LOVE-TO-SUCK-A-DICK

And if someone picks up

You can talk all the shit you want about me

Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key

And I'll be sure to get back as soon as there comes a day

That I fall out with Dre, wake up gay and make up with Ray (Hey!)

So fuck a chicken, lick a chicken, suck a chicken, beat a chicken

Eat a chicken like it's a big cock, big-a-big-cock!

Or suck a dick, and lick a dick, and eat a dick, and stick a dick in your mouth

I'm done, you can fuck off, fuck-a-fuck-off!

[Chorus]

And this was supposed to be my first single (*burp*)

But I just fucked that up, so

Fuck it, let's all have fun, let's mingle (*burp*)

Slap a bitch and smack a hoe

This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle (*fart*)

That you hear on your radio

But shit's about to hit the shingle (*fart*)

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-no, erra

[Post-Chorus]

Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra

Oh, ah, erra, oh-oh-ah-ah

Oh, ah, erra, oh, ah, erra

Oh, ah, erra, poo-poo-ka-ka (*burp*)