Ooww Ladies and gentlemen   The moment you've all been waiting for ..   In this corner: weighing 175 pounds,   With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders,   The undisputed, most diabolic villain in the world:   Slim Shady!      (Chorus: Eminem)   So crack a bottle, let your body waddle   Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto   O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe   Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes   Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?   I noticed there's so many of em   and there's really not that many of us   And ladies love us, my posses kicking up dust   It's on till the break of dawn   and we're starting this party from dusk      Ok .. let's go      (Eminem:)   Back when Andre, The Giant, Mr Elephant Tusk   Fix your musk, you'll just be another one bit the dust   Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus   Kiss my butt, lick from under cheese from under my nuts   It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks   Its a must I redeem my name 'n haters get mushed   Bitches lust, man they love me when I lay in the cut   Fist the cut, the lady give her eighty some paper cut   Now picture us, it's ridiculous she curse at the thought   Cuz when I spit the verse the shit gets worse the worse cuz your soft   If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time   Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes   It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room   I venture to say with the center of attention its true   Not to mention back with avengeance so heres the signal   Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes      (Chorus: Eminem)   So crack a bottle, let your body waddle   Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto   O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe   Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes   Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?   I noticed there's so many of em   and there's really not that many of us   And ladies love us, my posses kicking up dust   It's on till the break of dawn   and we're starting this party from dusk      Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre      (Dr. Dre)   They see that low rider go by, they like Oh my!   You ain't got to tell me why you're sick cuz I know why   I dip through in that six trey like sick em Dre   Im an itch that they cant scratch, they're sick of me   But hey, what else can I say? I love LA   Cuz over and above all, its just another day   And this one begins where the last one ends   Pick up where we left off and get smashed again   I'll be dammed, just fucked around and crashed my Benz   Driving around with a smashed front end   Lets cash that one in   Grab another one from out the stable   The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Derado   The hell if I know   Do I want leather seats or vinyl?   Decisions, decisions   Garage looks like precision collision   Or maico beats quake like Waco   Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though      (Chorus: Eminem)   So crack a bottle, let your body waddle   Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto   O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe   Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes   Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?   I noticed there's so many of em   and there's really not that many of us   And ladies love us, my posses kicking up dust   It's on till the break of dawn   and we're starting this party from dusk      And I take great pleasure in introducing: 50 Cent      (50 Cent)   It's bottle after bottle   The money aint a thang when you party with me   Its what we into its simple   We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe   Im the napalm the bomb the don im king kong   Get rolled on wrapped up and reigned on   Im so calm through Vietnam ring the alarm   Bring the Shaun Dawn burn marijuana do what you want   Nigga on and on till the break of what   Get the paper man im caking you know i dont give a fuck   I spend it like it dont mean nothing   Blow it like its supposed to be blown   Motherfucker im grown   I stunt i style i flash the shit   I gets what the fuck i want so what I trick   Fat ass burgandy bags classy shit Jimmy Cho shoes   I say move a bitch move      (Chorus: Eminem)   So crack a bottle, let your body waddle   Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto   O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe   Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes   Now where's the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?   I noticed there's so many of em   and there's really not that many of us   And ladies love us, my posses kicking up dust   It's on till the break of dawn   and we're starting this party from dusk