Cause See They Call Me A Menace;

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

I Need Drama In My Life To Keep Making Music.

And All Those Who Look Down On Me I'm Tearing Down Your Balcony.

Slim Shady Is Just The Evil Thoughts That Come Into My Head. Things I Shouldn't Be Thinking About. Not To Be Gimmicky, But People Should Be Able To Determine When I'm Serious And When I'm F... Around. That's Why A Lot Of My Songs Are Funny. I Got A Warped Sense Of Humor I Guess.

I Don't Want To Just Die A Normal Death, I Wanna Be Killed Twice.