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    Ohhhhhh!
    Yeah!
    So much for first single on this one

    Shady's the label, Aftermath is the stable
    That the horses come out erra
    Of course we're about to stir up
    Some shit ??? mix water with syrrrup
    It's the Mr. Picked-on-Christopher Reeves
    Just for no reason other than the just to tease him
    'Cause he was as big as ???
    He used to be Superman
    Now we're pourin' liquor on the crib in his name for him
    Eminem you wait till we meet up again
    Fucker I'm kickin' your ass for everything you've ever said
    It's one for the money two for the fuckin' show
    Ready get set, let's go
    Here comes the ?? 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 is dominos
    I'm on a roll, around and around I go
    When will I stop? I don't know
    Tryna 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 Michael J., he's like my cock from the day
    We keep the mark from the tapes in a safe, locked them away
    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 coulda 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
    But I just fucked that up so
    Fuck it let's all have fun let's mingle
    Slap a bitch and smack a ho
    This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle
    That you hear on your radio
    But shit's about to hit the shingle
    Oh oh oh oh oh oh no
    Erra oh ah, erra oh ah, erra oh ah
    Erra oh oh ah ah ah
    Oh ah erra, oh ah erra, oh ah erra
    Poo poo ca ca

    Erra erra Eric swallowed some generic sleeping pills
    And woke up in bed next to his best friend Derrick bare naked
    Chicka chicka chicka chicka chicka
    And then just turned sixteen and used a fake ID
    to sneak in V.I.P. to see R. Kelly (hihihihihi)
    To be so young and naive
    Oh what I wouldn't give to live so Kim and care free
    Paris and Nikki's parents must be so tickled to cherish
    every picture with their kids with hickeys all over their necks
    Hickory Dickory derr digga
    Look at me work wizardry with these words
    Am I a jerk or just jerk chicken
    Or chicka chicka chicka chicka jer jer jerkin the chain
    Twenty-two jerks and a jerk circle
    Or is it a circle jerk or wait a minute
    What am I sayin', allow me to run it back and rewind it rrrrrrara
    Let me ask you again
    Am I just jerkin' the chain
    Am I bizerk or insane
    Or am I just one of them damn amateurs
    workin' the damn camera filmin' one of them
    Paris Hilton home made porno's
    Who keeps tiltin' the lens at an angle
    Chicka chicka
    Just recently somebody just discovered
    Britney and Justin videotapes of 'em fuckin'
    When they were just musketeers in the Mickey Mouse club
    And dusted them and went straight to The Source with them
    'cause they coulda sworn someone said nuh...
    And then tried to erase and record over it
    But, if you listen close enough to it you can hear the
    Uh ah, and then the come ta, find out it was Jus-tin
    Sayin 'I'm done-uh!'
    Come on this was su-pposed...

    To be my first single
    But I just fucked that up so
    Fuck it let's all have fun let's mingle
    Slap a bitch and smack a ho
    This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle
    That you hear on your radio
    But shit's about to hit the shingle
    Oh oh oh oh oh oh no
    Erra oh ah, erra oh ah, erra oh ah
    Erra oh oh ah ah ah
    Oh ah erra, oh ah erra, oh ah erra
    Poo poo ca ca

    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-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, 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, bawka-bi-kaw
    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, fucka-fuck off!

    Chorus

    {*Burp sound*}

    By Marcella

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