[Chorus]
There’s no need to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will this go
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
Shady man I done told you once homie to easy up
But you just won’t listen will ya, nah I guess not
You just can’t can ya, man I can’t stand ya
You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us?
Man when are you gonna let up
I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better

[Verse 1]
Holy toledo it’s Angelina Jolie amigo
She told me yo Shady just hand your penis to me I’ll deep throat
And Brad if you try to stand between us then we’re gonna see bro
Who was a fantasy I don’t mean to damage your ego
You faggots wanna rassle I shove a fu-Cking jar of vaseline up inside your asshole
And rope it shut with a lasso
Couple of crushed lexapro broken up wit the capsule or paxil
Just incase I ain’t dope enough wit the raps though
Coke is cut with tobacco
Smoke it up then go wacko
This is what happens when you mix a cocunut with tabasco
Shady let go, the hoe has been choked up enough
Let her ass go
Not till Jessica Simpson lets go of the tuna casserole
I used to love her hooters now Carmen Elektra cuter
Strap an extension cord to her arm and electrocute her
I’m off my fu-Cking meds but I’m on an electric scooter
I might just scoot by and shoot my mum in the neck with rugers
Spit in Jasons face while I vomit on Freddy Krugar
They can’t even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar
Now I’m gone get the rectal thermometer, get the lubra-
Cation and get the patient some Darvocet to chew cuz

[Chorus]
There’s no need to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will this go
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?

[Verse 2]
I guess for him to stop was impossible
He just picked up another Prostitute in the parking lot of a hospital
And beat her over the head mercilessly and left her for dead
He thought she was otherwise he would’ve never of left
Miraculously she survived the attack
Even after his accuracy after he hacked the p**sy with an axe
What are the odds that she’ll be back
He grabbed the encyclopaedia
Off of the top of his fu-Ckin’ CD rack
Hit her with that and then he threw her in the tv (ahh!)
I’m not playing Rhianna where’d you get the beating at?
Mother fu-Ck the media I’m reading something strictly from the media Straight off the paper and this one a freebie jacked
Let me add my two cents
Of course I side with Chris Brown
I’d beat a bitch down, too
If she gave my d!ck an itch, now
It’s just ridiculous how
Much this kind of a situation can make a stink
How much ganja shit can he dish out

[Chorus]
There’s no need to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will this go
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
Shady man I done told you once homie to easy up
But you just won’t listen will ya, nah I guess not
You just can’t can ya, man I can’t stand ya
You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us?
Man when are you gonna let up
I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better

[Verse 3]
Oh my gosh I put Natasha Bendingfield in a washer
Watch it go from rinse to spin cycle
Its like I got ya hypnotising like I gotcha
I gotcha pychologically fu-Cked
Michael would like an apology what
Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco truck and a white tricycle up his butt
And glue the seat of bicycle to his nuts
I’m as cold as a muthafu-Cking icicle on my nut
I ain’t nuttin’ nice, man I like to pull knives and I like to cut
The poster addict for post tramatic stress
I guess this is the most dramatic I’ve been in a while
This is the closest that its come to the Marshall Mathers
I can hear him start to gather
I don’t paint the portrait of the picture perfect Partridge family
This ain’t your orphan Annie, no this is more uncanny
Kick down Dakota Fannings front door while the wh0r£ is tanning
(He can’t say wh0r£)
Of course he can, man he just saw her fanny then murdered her while he danced around the room and wore her p@anties

[Chorus]
There’s no need to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will this go
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
Shady man I done told you once homie to easy up
But you just won’t listen will ya, nah I guess not
You just can’t can ya, man I can’t stand ya
You’re rotten, what you plottin’ for us?
Man when are you gonna let up
I guess things are gonna get much worse ‘fore they get better