[Obie Trice] Hey, can we re, can we reenact Biggie's song? C-can you shit on me? I just want you to shit on me CHORUS [Eminem] Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby (Hey lady, hey lady) I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend (I don't think you really wanna be my girl) If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions (Fuckin' with me can be dangerous...) I'll kill you Bitch I'm fuckin' (You never know what I really be like) For real I'll make you suffer like I suffered (be like, be like, be like, I'm your type, I'm your type) If you fuck me then I'll make you fall in love (And might even get a little bit crazy) [Obie Trice] Baby I'm extra large (huge) in magnitude And Magnums to lubrication that I use to choose which hole on a ho I abuse (yes) Have 'em confused, can't tell who is who When I fuck the shit out you, then the next date (bitch) I rush the shit out you, off my two-way (ooh wait) You wanna cuddle, emotional hustle up on Pocono's Poke ya nose in and outta Obie's own No, I'm in and out your home And this in and out your tone I ain't the nigga that settles 'em down Put 'em in nice homes and floss 'em around (nah) I bounce 'em around Camcord the sex and sell 'em around town Now how that sound? If I was in love wit' ya, now you wanna clown Fuck with them clowns until I pound on your crown Bust a few rounds and the cops come and get me Bad mouth a nigga just to convince a jury You don't want it with me, you just horny as me You want a nut, nuttin' but what is you be [Eminem] I'm internationally known baby but actually There are few people who know how I am naturally All you know is that I can act irrationally When you shove a puppet up in my face on national TV So they label me this crazed loony rap bully But truthfully that ain't the truth And if you believe in that shit Then you'll believe anything's true And you're too stupid to ever get to know me personally But personally, that actually works for me 'cause the last thing that I need's a string attached to me I'ma bachelor bitch and I ain't in no fast fury To run out and find a new Mrs. Mathers 'cause see technically me and Kim ain't back fully But we do still make booty calls occasionally But be damned if I end up back in that pad And we end up back at that God damn tavern And havin' another déjà vu, we seein' security Pass my pussy around like it's Ja Rule's jewelry I got news for you bitch, your new curfew's early