Marshall Mathers

Why you do me? Yeah, yeah

Hmm

Cash

Wow

The gangsters gon' be gang regardless

They fuck with me 'cause I'm me, not 'cause I act the hardest

You be fakin', you be flaugin', that's why you a target

I just fucked your bitch from one trip out the Neiman Marcus

I'm the Lorax

Fucked this bitch, I bent her over, left her with the sore back

Gave her ecstasy one time, she asked me where some more at

Tried to fuck, she said she not like that, we findin' where the whores at

Where they at? Respectfully, I hope you boys don't disrespect me ever

I tried to feel what he was sayin', but it wasn't clever

When it get chilly in the city, we go change the weather

When will you stop shittin' on these niggas? Yeah, yeah, probably never

How much worth your Birkin? Yeah, yeah, fifty thousand, lovely leathers

Nigga mention me, die desperate times just calls for desperate measures

My brother will hang out on the block all night, he love his testers

My bitch super holy like a angel, all she need is feathers

Screamin', "Free your brother," you don't even read his fuckin' letters

These niggas cap in they rap and it don't get better

Just bought a new truck, it's white on white, I call it Marshall Mathers