DJ Clue?, Royce da 5'9", Eminem, Method Man - What the Beat lyrics

Niggas is like "Oh My God! Not you!"
Yes! I'm in the flesh like
Hollow heads through your vest
No contest, ME-eth Man's obsessed
With sex, drugs and rock & roll
New TECs and calicos!
Word has it we move mathematic on
Rappers who don't add up
You get broke, battered and slapped up
8 million stories in the Nekkid
Call yo' man Method straight guerrilla
Iller nigga kill a murder record
My verbal shooter does it to ya
The 16 bar Ruger
Bustin' yo' funky dope maneuvers
But I'm not ya Super Lover Cee
I'm the Super Sperm splash it on your skin
Rub it in like it's Lubriderm
10 outta 10, I be the men of all men
I mean the crème de la crème or schemer
Sippin' on 'Gnac and Zima
True, Professional 2 (DJ Clue)
Now that Bush is president, nigga
We all through! (Word)

Yeah, it's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder
Why I keep on duckin' under the
Bed when I hear thunder
'Cause I ain't crazy
I say shit that's crazy to crazy people
To make 'em believe I'm crazy
So they can relate to me
And maybe believe in Shady, so
They can be evil, baby, i like that!
I'm only as crazy as people made me
Believe me, they'd be just as
Many mutherfuckin' murderers
And heroin users without Marilyn's music
But I figure, I make my music
I don't care if you use it
To murder somebody
I just wanna be there when you do it!
Now the parents are suin'
'Cause little Darren is screwin'
Karen and Susan
'Cause I told him to do it on Clue's new shit
Now it's all ruined
The whole world is fucked up 'Cause of me
Two 12-year old girls is knocked up
My attitude's 'Fuck it!' like Pac's
Was at one point wanna come join? Pick up a
Glock and just point
Now everybody's killin' everybody
And everybody's bloody
And I'm just laughin' like it's funny
'Cause I don't really give
A shit about no-motherfuckin'-body
I'm so motherfuckin' nutty
I don't give a fuck about nothin'!

My wrist is water and freezer mix
This is Audio Jesus, the repent shit gets big
Keep a sharp-like knife in a pop device
So "Duro, you gotta let it bump!"
I came from a hard knock life
They say this kid be rude
Like this can't be true
I'll suck my own dick like if
I had a rib removed
Vampire, sun go down, I'm still wildin'
Bullets travel through the Air In
The Night like Phil Collins rock City, baby
Knife through your throat 'til you're broke
Rise from the underground like sewer smoke
It's all shifty, I got all of my dogs with me
And they all rich
And still all of they palms itchy
We'll pump, rumble over birds, jungle urge
Walkin' like we talkin' drunk
While we stumble over words clue inhale
Duro inhale slim inhale
Meth inhale 5'9" inhale
Hold up, breath!

It's just, Mr meth and DJ Clue
I ain't crazy, I just do what the beat say do
It's just, Slim Shady and DJ Clue
I ain't evil, I just do what the beat say do
Uhh, uhh, Royce 5'9" and DJ Clue
I ain't bad, I just do what the beat say do

DJ Clue! Desert Storm! Come on, man!