[Verse: Eminem]

I got a riddle

What's little and talks big with midget arms and creamy white filling in the middle

That will do anything to throw dirt on my name

If it means walking the whole Mediterranean

Is he an Albanian, Armenian, Iranian, Tasmanian? No!

His name's Raymond and, oh, oh sorry, yo, so sorry, woah

But that was a long time ago when I was just Joe Shmoe

Rapping in Joe Blow's basement

I apologized for it before, so

Either accept it or you don't and let's move on

If I've shown that I've grown and get the bone

Keep licking these nuts you industry mutts

Keep walking around sniffing each other's butts

Or should I say asses

What would be the more politically correct term to use for the masses

The question I ask is: how can I explain this?

How can I swing this in English language

If I switch to slang and turn man to mayn

Do I do it in vain or simply to entertain?

Am I being real or am I being fake?

Am I just a fraud or am I truly genuine?

Or am I caught up in this hot water? Wody, on my daughter

I told ya I love this culture, don't let em' insult ya

I'ma tell ya one more 'gain, this is the environment that I was brought up in

But every now and then I use my pen to get rid of some frustration

Or should I say shun?

Is it just another one of my subliminal ways of racism?

Your face is numb, you're stunned, your look is cold

Like that of a man of seventy-some-years-old

And it only gets colder, which Is why I understand

And can't be mad at a forty-four-year-old fan

With a chip on his shoulder, who only owns a half of a magazine

And the only way to have it seen is to put me on the front of it again

Only thing that makes him grin is to see me frown

Papa can't stand me, papa needs to take his medication and sit the fuck down

In his new chair that goes round and round

That he bought from new money in his bank account

That I get him every issue when the thang comes out

Sit back, and let his puffy clown hair come out

And let his black sidearm wrestle his white side

Yell "Apartheid" loud enough that he might slide

He might find someone dumb enough who might ride

But ain't nobody over here buyin' two white guys disguised as pro-black

There is no slack

Far heart for college grad in a fitted hat and a hunch back

Standing by the clearance coat rack

In some old slacks and tomorrows old throwbacks

Yeah

Shady in the place to be seen

And it takes what I got to rock the mic, right!

Still not gonna cater these punks

Fucking cocksucking, pussy lips, haters, dicks, cunts!