One thousand different houses and Münchhausen, I’ma make you
Wanna punch out some-fuckin’-one: “Ouch! What the fuck you hit me for?!”
Screamed life as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, shit, I laughed in his face, spit
Bitch gave me an extra life, like, “Take this!
Now get your ass back in that game, bitch! Don’t take shit
For granted, and don’t take shit, give it!”
Only bull you should take is by the horns, a mixture of Whitey Ford
And Mighty Thor, I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin’, then record, replenish, keep writin’ more
Nothing’s ridin’ on it but your pride, that’s all you’re fightin’ for
So you fight, scratch, you claw, backs to wall, no one was there to catch you fall
You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off
You grab your balls like they’re gargantuan and ask yourself how fuckin’ bad you want it
Pull out your badge for whoopin’ ass and flash it on ’em
Nobody’s gonna back you in the corner, you’re a hornet
No one’s more ignorant than you fuckin’ four in the mornin’
You’re at the laboratory, stormin’ like there’s nothin’ that’s more important
Emcees, you better consider this a formal warnin’, you’re in for it!
Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain
And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face?
I ain’t finished, bitch, I meant “in half”, oil the blades
Nobody wants to play, they say I’m a spoiled lil’ baby, but—

Nobody puts baby in the corner
I’m only tryna warn ya
‘Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin’ a tantrum
He’ll fuckin’ flip on ya
‘Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I’m only tryna warn ya
‘Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin’ a tantrum
He’ll fuckin’ flip on ya

What goes through an addict’s brain besides static pain
And Big Daddy Kane, breakbeats and words? An erratic train
Of thought like splatter paint, scatter brain
Yeah, maybe that explains why you’re back but don’t rap the same (Yeah!)
And you’re lookin’ way thinner ’cause your hunger got you lookin’ like
They took away dinner (Chicka) “Sugar Ray” Leonard
Wouldn’t sugar-coat a fuckin’ booger though just to wipe that bitch on a hooker’s coat
When you say you’re a (Chicka) what? (Chicka) GOAT
Now fling that bitch from your fingertips, hope it lands on
Another rap singer’s lips who can’t think of shit anything of wit
That’s interesting to spit, yo, who’s king of this fuckin’ English lit?
Let your middle fingers flip on each hand while extendin’ the shit
How low can you go? Lower than Chuck D, ho
Hear the bassiness in my voice? Rocky’s back, where my Adrian’s?
Nobody’s crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius
I’m what Tom Brady is to the Patriots
To rap; I’m not a man, I’m a weapon who just happened
To be a rapper who just happen to be on the crapper
When it happened I had an epiphany in the bathroom
I’d never be the same after now I’m back with an appe-
-tite for destruction and a fuckin’ recipe for disaster
So let’s eat ’cause I’m famished, every deed is a dastardly
One, evilest bastard, even you askin’ for me to be po-
-lite to people’s like me havin’ my teeth pulled

Nobody puts baby in the corner
I’m only tryna warn ya
‘Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin’ a tantrum
He’ll fuckin’ flip on ya
‘Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I’m only tryna warn ya
‘Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin’ a tantrum
He’ll fuckin’ flip on ya

So step inside a dimension demented side of a mind that’s like
An inside of an engine while I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded: if I didn’t mention
I lose my mind and my temper you’ll be the first one who finds him offensive
Got him climbin’ the fences, lost some time to addiction
But look up “rhyme” in the dictio-nary, I’m in the picture
“Eminem” is the synonym for it, I’m an enigma
Fuck it, let’s get to the meatballs, I’m gonna skip the
Veg and potatoes, edumacator (They are)
Shit, legends are made of, spit treacherous data
Shit that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretched is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
Then combine ’em with Method Man and Redman with metham-
-phetamines in each left hand, in each right is a sledgehammer
In pajamas, standin’ in front of a webcam
Beatin’ themselves in the head ’til Russell lets him off Def Jam
Maybe I need my head exam-ed, Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb
Hangin’ from his ceiling, drippin’ with a bed pan
I need meds, swear to God ’cause if I go off the edge
T.I. ain’t talkin’ me off the ledge, man
Heart-throb that’ll fart, ah, nah
More like a smart slob, part blob that’ll stab you with a sharp ob-
-ject to the heart and leave claw marks all over the Wal-
-Mart walls, little baby with large balls
Fuck mud-slingin’, I’m blood-flingin’
There’s nothing on this fuckin’ Earth better than bein’ the
King of the playground, I hate the swings, but I love bein’
An underdog ’cause when I’m pushed I end up swingin’ (Ah!)

Nobody puts baby in the corner
I’m only tryna warn ya
‘Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin’ a tantrum
He’ll fuckin’ flip on ya
‘Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I’m only tryna warn ya
‘Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin’ a tantrum
He’ll fuckin’ flip on ya