This song, the seventh and last track on Relapse: Refill, has Eminem assuming a Jamaican accent/dialect (hence all the “boy"s), and features plenty of cultural references within the spitfire-type lyrics

Em… Read More [Intro]

Yeah, boy

Dem better ring the alarm, boy

Dem know what's comin', boy

Buck, buck, buck, haha

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

Oh my God, fuckin' bomboclaat

I'm hard as Kenard, the little boy who shot Omar in The Wire

Tie a whore up with barbed wire, you're nothing but a bra, boy

I'm the real deal, and charbroil her on the bonfire

And bon voyage, bitch, I'm like Chef Boyardee

In this bitch, send a bomb to my mom's lawyer

I'm a problem for you, boy, you think you're Tom Sawyer

'Til I pull you out the fuckin' storybook and stomp on ya

Fuckin' fictitional characters and fairy tales

Prepare yourself for Captain America on Ferris wheels

But it ain't fiction, it's fact, boy, beware, it's real

Them lyrics you wield equal zero to a hero's shield

Mister Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants parasail

Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts

And I ain't wearin' zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no, nada

Like your father fuckin' your mother

[Chorus]

Drop the bomb on 'em

Please don't drop the bomb on me

Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me

Drop the bomb on 'em

I don't want no doggone beef, see

Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me

Drop the bomb on 'em

Please don't drop the bomb on me

Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me

Drop the bomb on 'em

I don't want no doggone beef, see

Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me

[Verse 2]

Boy, I'm the Real McCoy, you little boys can't even fill voids

Party's over, kids, kill the noise, here come the killjoys

Me and Dre the steel alloys, the Rap Crown Royals

Who scalp cowboys, now, how that sound for you?

Yeah, boy, you know we're 'bout to put it down for you

So kick your shoes off in the foyer, have a sound voyage

And sayonara, see you fuckers tomorrow

Get some R&R and marinate in some marinara

And have a Coke and a smile, don't make me open a jar

Of whip-ass on ya, that's the last straw you're hopin' to draw

Yeah, you're fresher than most, boy, I'm just doper than all

Boy, I'm that boy, boy, them boys, them no up to par

I just show up, go up to the stage and blow up the spot

There ain't no boy who can do what I do, boy, I'm a star

Boy, I told you, boy, I'm a soldier boy, I'm Deshaun

Holton in this bitch, I'm the proof, boy, you're a fraud

I'll destroy you, boy, fuck around and blow you to sod

Oh my God, boy, you didn't go there, no, you did not

I got a whole storyboard for you, boy, you're the plot

You're gettin' got, whether you try to avoid it or not

Apology not accepted, boy, Detroit is a rock

We get to beefin', ain't no tellin' at what point it'll stop

All I got to do is point to the spot when the bomb drops

Boy, does it drop and when it does, boy, there's a problem

[Chorus]

Drop the bomb on 'em

Please don't drop the bomb on me

Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me

Drop the bomb on 'em

I don't want no doggone beef, see

Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me

Drop the bomb on 'em

Please don't drop the bomb on me

Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me

Drop the bomb on 'em

I don't want no doggone beef, see

Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me

[Verse 3]

Boy, don't jinx yourself, boy, I'm Michael Spinks with the belt

Stringer Bell, boy, my name rings bells for itself

I'm sick as hell, boy, you better run and tell someone else

Bringin' hell, boy, singin' telegrams and get dealt

And to that boy on them sedative meds who said he was better

I bet he never seen Freddy in a black and red little sweater

Back, better than ever, the cheddar shredder, the grater

The beef grinder, I'll settle vendettas a little later

Givin' haters incubators, think you made a mistake

By sayin' Shady was ghost, I ain't even close to the gate

You got one foot in the grave, just stay put and behave

I'm 'bout to turn this fuckin' place to Beirut in a day

So, hey, wouldn't you say I'm the shit? Couldn't agree with you more

If you were to say that my fuckin' shit doesn't stink

Shady-fuckin-Aftermath, boy, the ship doesn't sink

It just floats in the fuckin' water 'til we fill up the tank

[Chorus]

Drop the bomb on 'em

Please don't drop the bomb on me

Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me

Drop the bomb on 'em

I don't want no doggone beef, see

Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me

Drop the bomb on 'em

Please don't drop the bomb on me

Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me

Drop the bomb on 'em

I don't want no doggone beef, see

Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me