[Intro: Eminem] Ayo, I know it's been a minute But were back! It's the return of the Dozen Motherfuckers Let's goooo
[Hook: Eminem] Fame, fame, fame I think it's got me going crazy, ooo-ooooh I getting lost in this game, game, game I'm getting tired of all you naysayers, ooo-ooooh Keep speakin' my name, name, name And you'll have reason to hate me Yeaaaah It's like you don't want me to win So this time I'm going in
[Verse 1:] This the life of a rah Jager-meister and vodka Hopping off at the club's balcony into the crowd surfing And when they drop me, I'm randomly socking fans During my interviews, hocky masks, left the journalists on her ass I'm high off Speed, driving my car at high speed Pocket full of weed while lesbians swollow E In the studio ignant, my engineer gon' call police I feel asleep on the sound board, ain't did a song for weeks And it's? all up in my head, giving thanks for grateful dead Bussing in the air with 30 bitches up in my bed I'm kickin' em out naked, and it's December Niggas ask me why I did it, but fuck it I can't remember
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[Verse 2:] Them boys are wildin' Drinkin', cussin' and hyper smilin' Been ridin' for days, tour bus look like Rikers Island Henny, Jack Daniels, spray painting a die hard fan Little cocker spaniel, fresh outta the damn zoo Man you, better be concious I'm backstage living it up With a couple of sluts feeling nauseous, drinking It's been a couple of days since I've slept My dick is sore from fucking, when I bust there's nothing left Just Dozen, back on the stage Give me my microphone Scrapping with the audience while we perform hyper songs Our label presented us with a plaque Brought it on stage, and bash it to pieces with aluminum bats, thanks! Now which one of you bitches down for the cause Yeah I said my dick is sore but I ain't say shit about my balls Last call, then we off to the next city Whatever I didn't drink on my rider, bag it up and take the rest with me
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[Eminem:] Yeah this game has got me going crazy Fuck it I am crazy What's new, what kind of fucking glue you think I'd be if I was glue We lost Proof, he was our groups glue but where was you when we were fallin' apart? You were shittin on us too But no one but us knew we were beefing cause that's what happens When you beef with crew, it stays in your crew Cause it's just crew, but were back now Yeah we took our time but we punched through Only thing were in a hurry for now is to rush you And we back to say shit you don't got the guts or the nuts too Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, fuck you Atchooo, bless you I'm allergic to pussy, sluts too Yeah you think you're the shit till we flush you Have some bullshit to readjust to Now there's just a few of us left but it'd be unjust to rob us our just dues So Rest In Peace to Bugz and Proof, this ones for you homies we love you But we can't stop now we'd have too much of our blood drew from this fame
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