Woorden: Eminem. Eminem Part 1.

Met a retarded kid named greg, with a wooden leg



Snatched it off and beat him over the head with the peg



Go to bed with a keg, wake up with a forty



Mix it with alka seltzer and formula 44-d



Forget an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead



Wait until it absorbed and fell to the floor dead



No more said case closed end of discussion



We blowing up like spontaneous human combustion



Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and dramas



Cross the bombest



We blowing up your house



Killing your parents and coming back to get your foster mommas



I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus's




Cause I ain't making no more threats



I'm doing drive-bys in tinted corvettes



On Vietnam war vets



I am more or less sick in the head



Maybe more



Because I smoked crack today, yesterday,



And the day before sabateur



Walk the block with a Labrador



Strapped with more straps than el salvador



Foul style galore



Verbal cow manure



Coming together like an eyebrow on al b. sure