[Intro]

Torture chambers, secret passageways, vats of acid, and deadly vaults

[Intro]

Ohh

Chk-it, chk-it chk-it chk-it

Ohh

Gue—chk-it chk-it—Guess who's back, frrk-it

I said, ohh

Gue—Gue—Gue—Gue—it-chk-it

I said, ohh

Rrrrr-chk-it-chk-it—Guess who's back, frrk-it

I said, man

Chk-it-chk-it-chk-it-chk-it

Damn, ohh

Gue—Gue—Guess who's back

Gue—Gue—Gue—Gue—Guess who's back, frrk-it

Damn, it feels good to be back

Guess who's back

I'm having a relapse

[Verse: Eminem]

How the hell did he manage to get more felony charges?

He's already got life in jail, man, what the hell is his problem?

Well, to be honest, the smell of these chronic leaves make me hella demonic

They've compelled me to kill this elderly man

And I get these panic attacks, pop a Xanax, relax

Trying to stick my fucking dick inside a mannequin's ass

Then I get manic-depressed, see the orthodontist, get gassed

Man, it's kick-ass, the first thing I put on is the mask

Speaking of masks, man, it ain't too late to have a change of pace

And take it off and show my face, so you can see the things you face

And slice you up and cook you after you're murdered by strangulation

That's bacon souffle you making, ain't you? Well, thank you, Jason

There goes one more coma due to blunt force trauma

Just give me one more Soma and I'll be done for, mama

Go in the damn broom closet, another Valium, lost it

Shoving the vacuum nozzle, down the bathroom faucet

It seems like every day, I get a little flakier

The medication is making my hands a little shakier

Hand me that eighteen-month-old baby to shake him up

It'll only take me a second to choke his trachea

Breaking his neck in eighty-some places, baby, here Shady comes, lady

He's got the razor b-blades and the ch-ch-chainsa-saw, baby

You b-b-blundering, bumbling, m-m-mumbling dum-dums

Yeah, here I come-come, you hear the rumbling? Vroom-vroom

There's something inside of that blue tub and that drum-drum

A head and torso of someone; where'd it come from?

Who's it belong to? Maybe the girl with the long, blonde hair

Who disappeared and left her cheerleader pom-poms

Clearly, there's somethin' wrong, 'cause she didn't come home

She's missing, where is she? Something fishy is going on

I guess he stuck the bitch with the pitchfork with the long prongs

Now, everybody get your dance on to my damn song, come on