Madlib, Capone-N-Noreaga, Eminem - Any Man / Closer lyrics

I'm mentally retarded - Slim Shady
I think that's my name - hi, bye

Original Bad Boy on the case, cover your face
Came in the place, blowed
And sprayed Puffy with mace
I laced the weed with insect repellant
Better check the smellin'
Eminem starts with E
Better check the spellin'
With a capital, somebody grab me a Snapple
I got an aspirin capsule trapped
In my Adam's apple
Somebody dropped me on my head
And I'm for sure that my mother did it
But the bitch won't admit it was her
I slit her stomach open with a scalpel
When she was six months, and
Said: "I'm ready now, bitch!
Ain't you feelin' these kicks, cunt?!"
The world ain't ready for me yet, I can tell
I'll probably have a cell next
To the furnace in Hell
I'm sicker than sperm cells
With syphilis germs
And I'm hotter than my dick is
When I piss and it burns
I kick you in the tummy until
You sick to your stomach
And vomit so much blood that your
Clothes stick to you from it
Hit you in the head with
A brick 'til you plummet
If y'all don't like me
You can suck my dick 'til you numb it
And all that gibberish you was spittin'
You need to kill it
‘Cause your style is like dying in
My sleep I don't feel it
‘Cause any man who would jump
In front of a minivan
For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills
And a minithin
Is fuckin' crazy – you hear me? Huh?
Is fuckin' crazy – hello, hi!
All of use - hi, bye fuckin' crazy

Word up, yo, yo, yo
A little bit of thugs is all it
Takes to make this industry just great
A little bit of thugs is all it
Takes to make this industry great
Reflection, reflection

Yo I started out in Iraq the wrong route
More bitches to doubt more money to count
Yo my Swiss account with more cheese amount
Keep piling
Still gettin' calls from the island
Still do the things I did when I was wildin'
Tryin' to go from penny loafers to mink sofas
Spend a week with dime bitches that's freaks
Bodies so big I call it antiques
Ass cheeks scream loud like
Wanna be under the seats in our streets
Last year around the time this year
If I would of got locked, yo
I wouldn't even care
But now I got this rap thing
No more hustlin' at age ten
My team played to win
We Sonny Carson nobody understanding
Yo the black struggle gotta hustle to hustle
And once you get muscle nobody trust you
Tryin' to be like Goldy in the Shaft days
These lasts days comin' up
Yo these little niggas comin' up
Keep their guns up ready to buck
Not thinkin' black on black crime yo it's
Swine you're both stinkin'
Pretty Ake, to Mobb Deep
Yo it's Papi, officially arab nazi
2-5-2 regulate this too