Untitled - Eminem

Nah man

Not quite finished yet

Girl, I think,

You just might’ve tried to pull a motherfucking fast one, I’m mad

You just hurt my goddamn feeling, and that was the last one I had

Does this look like an arcade?

Tryna play games?

See this saw blade?

See the silhouette of a stalker

In your walk-way?

Better co-operate

Or get sautéed and rotisseried while you’re hog-tied

MCs get so quiet you can hear a motherfucking dog whistle when I walk by

'Colt Seavers' on a mule, stunting on that ass like the fucking Fall Guy

I don’t gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat it like a Mogwai

'Cause it will turn into a Gremlin and run over kids, women and men

Vrinn-vrinn!

Motor’s so big you can fit a midget in his engine

Bitch, give me them digits, why you’re cringin'

Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin

Will I spend-spend even ten cents on you, since when

Do you think it’s gonna cost me a pretty penny?

Shit, if I think a penny’s pretty

Just imagine how beautiful a quarter is to me

Eenie meenie miney mo,

Catch an Eskimo by his toe (you don’t own me)

While he’s trying to roll a snowball,

But don’t make him lose his cool

If he hollers better let him go ya’ll, 'cause (you don’t own me)

Now here we go go go

Get up!

Baby, get a move on, like a U-Haul

You can rack your brain like pool balls

You won’t ever think of this shit

Yeah, honey you called?

Well, here I come, Havoc on the beat, I wreak it

Evil I see, hear and speak it

Lady, put your money on Shady

Fuck that other weak shit

Put your eggs in the same basket

You can count every motherfucking chicken 'fore it hatches

'Cause, you can bet your ass that we gon' get it crackin'

Like the Kraken and Titans when they’re clashin'

Get your brains bashed in so bad

You gon' have Kurt Cobain askin'

To autograph a bloodstained napkin

Unfashionable and 'bout as rational

As a rash on a fag’s asshole

Now let’s take that line, run it up the flag pole with Elton

See if he’s cool with it

Don’t stand there and look stupid at me, bitch

I ain’t in the mood for this shit

Get my dick, Google it 'til it pops up

Ya’ll are so motherfucking full of shit that you’re stopped up

Me, I’m always shitting diarrhea of the mouth

'Til your speakers crap out «Ohp, what?»

Girl, you got a hot butt like a lit cigarette «Chik-Chigarette»

But you won’t get a hot fudge Sundae from me

So do not strut my way, slut!

Because…

You don’t own me

Here we go go go

And now that I got your panties in a bunch

And your bowels in an uproar

I’mma show you why I came

So you stop asking me what the fuck for

Now look you little slut, cunt, whore I know you want more,

Bitch, it’s time to put the 'Math' back in the Mathers

'Cause I’m a fucking problem, run boy!

Every flow got it mastered

So every last word that you fucking fags heard

Comes straight from the fish’s ass, yeah

In other words I’m a bass-turd!

Looking at me like I killed Kenny

Gas in the tank, yeah still plenty

No morals are instilled in me

So remorse I really don’t feel any

Eat your heart out, Hannibal

Understandable why you’re jealous, fucking animal

I got cannibal magnetism, can’t resist him now, can ya hoe?

Shady, I don’t understand your flow.

Understand my flow?

Bitch, I flow like Troy Polamalu’s hair, boy.

Don’t you dare try to follow or compare, boy.

I’m raw, you ain’t even medium rare

Stay the fuck outta my hair, boy!

You can look, you can stare and point

But you can’t touch -- I’m too clairvoyant.

I don’t get it man, is there a void

All this weak shit, what am I steroids?

Well, bitch, I’m back with some shit for that ass

And your trunk, elephant hemorrhoids

And remember boys

You don’t own me

Now here we go go go

Thank you for coming out

Hope you enjoyed the show

'Til next time

Ha ha

Peace!