[Verse 1: Eminem] I rolled up like the bottom of a tooth paste tube Blue suede shoes, one missin' a shoe lace too Two chains, you can call me 2 Chainz Ropes hang like Hussein's noose Yeah, they let the fruitcake loose It goes: one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma's Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot Five if you came to rock, straight up while I'm shittin' on my comp' I'm about to use the John like Grey Poupon Money like a scroll, bitch, my paper long Longer than it takes a blonde to put her makeup on 'Cause me and Elvis gelled together like cellmates Yeah, this the Jailhouse, and I don't give a– (What?)
[Chorus: CeeLo Green & Eminem] And I don't give a shit about a thing you say I just wanna feel like a king again And if you don't like it you can sit and spin Middle fingers up (Yeah), we 'bout to do this shit again
[Verse 2: Eminem] Modus operandi, bottled the blond dye Top five since I discovered peroxide Yeah, since I got signed, I went from pot pies To Jack and the Bean–, I'm watchin' my stock rise (Woo!) These little attention seekers, I'm finna treat 'em like diabetics Got 'em all on pins and needles, just like Ozempic, meaning Give these little pricks the finger, and when I stick this thing up It's higher than Wiz Khalifa, soon as he lit the weed up As I go pickin' speed up, like I was finna re-up Rap is my new Vicodin, Moxin is how I treat it Still goin' toe-to-toe, I'm still boxing with all my demons A couple Xanny bars and I'm Danny Gar–, see-ya Been stuntin' on you from the jump like Evel Knievel I'm back in the cut and stackin' chips up like a can of Pringles Sometimes I feel like D. Rose, I got so many hit singles Bitch, I barely have any free throws, you sleepin' on me like I'm ZzzQuil
[Chorus: CeeLo Green] See, I don't give a shit about a thing you say I just wanna feel like a king again And if you don't like it you can sit and spin Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again
[Post-Chorus: Eminem & CeeLo Green] It goes: one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma's Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot Five if you came to rock, and you never gave a fuck Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again
[Verse 3: Eminem] I stole black music, yeah true Perhaps used it as a tool to combat school Kids way back on some bathroom shit Now I call a hater a bidet (Why?) 'Cause they mad that they can't do shit (Haha) And I know I'm such a dick, huh? (Yeah) And it must be fuckin' with ya (Yeah) To know I fuckin' quit the (What?) Prescription drugs and liquor And yet my house is bigger Still wrappin' circles around you, like a boa constrictor (Break it down) Now I'm about to explain to you all the parallels Between Elvis and me, myself It seems obvious: one, he's pale as me Second, we both been hailed as kings He used to rock the Jailhouse, and I used to rock The Shelter I used to have no self-esteem I used to cry myself to sleep Honestly, my new doubt is me [?] lost motivation He done make you look stupid Believers, a little faith is all I seek from you All I need to do is hear you say the same shit My father said to me when I was just a week or two "Marshall, I be leavin' you" (Haha, stupid) No more Guinness stout, but my belief in myself Once again is stout, so many world records, I'm Guinness'ed out Bitch, what you say goes in and out My ear canals, so either my hearing's outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
