� �Send me, send me Coco on the ***in' block, bitch� �Just to kick a kid, rock with that kick a kid, rock ***� �I'm on top, bitch, and rock for tricks� �Ellie whips and nips and flip trips for whips, I guess� �All the money pussy falls like rain� �They gettin' laid and paid, that's why I never complain� �And if I ain't in it for the money, I'm in it for the king� �It's 1998, yo, and you still can't *** with me� �You don't be ***in' with the blue, I'm ***in' with my 2-5� �Hook the ***in' ass like my shoe size� �I got a new vibe, kinda like voodoo� �You do what we say, and we'll do what we wanna do� �We're ***in' up your city, and we're ***in' up your program� �***in' all your bitches, we can ***in' give a goddamn� �Twisted crowd gets down with no assistance� �We won't quit until we're banned from existence� �Persistence pays, if that holds true� �Then I'm gonna buy this ***in' planet for the time I'm through� �I was placed and raised on the floor, so no makin'� �So let me get what I got comin' and the rest I'm takin'� �I'm shakin' like Jerry Lee Lewis and ***� �You act like a mother***er's brand new at this ***� �But I'm intrudin' and ***, givin' my heart and soul� �It's shinin' like a diamond gettin' passed� �It's cold, so *** off� �Oh, with my pants half hangin' off her ass and ***� �Bowls filled with hash, pockets stuffed with cash� �I'll be the mushroom trippin', sippin' shots of Jack� �And cause the kids all listen, gettin' lots of flack� �I'll be the do-I-ditty up and down, you're blockin'� �The 10-carat kid with my triggers countin'� �The K, the I, the D-R-O-C� �K, mother***er, and you still don't know me� �So blow me, bitch, I don't rock for the score� �I rock for the cash and the topless dancers� �Don't have no answers, so pass the joint� �I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit� �I ride like Santa in the Indy 5� �And get live with that which gets me high� �Strive for perfection, this much is true� �We do what we say, you say what we do� �I'm Kid Black, I couldn't be no Bozo� �And I get too much Peter Epple� �I'm full of money and pop from Soho to Arizona� �I'm an easy rider dreamin' of Winona� �I roam the country like a Greyhound bus� �Put faith in lust and in God I trust� �I'm not Peter Pan, I don't *** with fairies� �But I bust more rhymes than Virgin Cherries� �And Harry Carey couldn't call my gang� �*** so many hoes, I'm in the Hall of Fame� �And I show no shame, from coast to coast� �I don't need to brag, but I like to boast� �*** off� �Yeah, right in your mother***in' ass, bitch� �With that Detroit City ***, ain't *** Swiss� �We on the same script, nothing new since 76� �Kid Black, yo Slim Shady� �Come break these mother***ers off� �Yo, tell the world to hold their breath� �They breathe in the wrong air� �This planet belongs to me and this hippie with long hair� �Two white boys with spike buns and light joints� �Hang around drugs, loud music and light noise� �Slim Shady and Brown Trucker� �Another bunch of mother***ers who hate the world just as much as each other� �And I ain't leavin' this party tonight� �Til I see some naked bitches dancin' around drunk, touchin' each other� �Rum and Pepsi got your whole perception of me sketchy� �It's when I stage dive, people are scared to catch me� �'Cause all I do is curse and ***� �So when I do shrooms, y'all better give me two rooms� �'Cause I'm ***in' the first one up� �So when you see me on your block, you better lock your cars� �'Cause you know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' to rock guitars� �This is for children who break rules� �People that stray fool� �And every single teenager that hates school� �*** off� �Bitch� �Music� �Where you at, rock? Where you at?� �Music� �Music� �You ***in' ass ***in' ***� �Where the *** are you?� �You ***in' love me? Yeah, mother***in' right� �Where the *** are you?� �What are you doing? ***in' some ***in' groupie bitch?� �Then fine, *** him� �You know what? I hope your ***in' dick ***in' falls off� �And when it does, maybe you might have some other ***in' time for me� �You ***in' ass ***� �Don't call me no more� �Don't call, don't beg, don't call nothing at all� �Bye� �Where you at, rock? Where you at?� Yo, Rock, it's Karp. Where you at, man? It's about 3 o'clock here in New York again. It's about 8 o'clock in London. You're supposed to be at Abbey Road finishing these mixes. I just got a call from one of the East West guys. He mentioned that you were thinking about going down to Amsterdam. I just want to let you know, if you're pondering that, that that is not a good idea. We have mastering in three days. Just to remind you. Give me a buzz by the office. See ya. Bobby, where are you? It's Sunday afternoon at 4 o'clock. You know, I did ask you to be here at 3. You promised me you'd be here. We're having a special party for the whole family. It's Father's Day, and I'm really upset. You know, we planned this whole thing around you. Well, Father's Day was the other day, and yet you couldn't make it, so we made this whole party around you. Now, where the hell are you? I'm really getting a little heated. Please call me right back. Now. Where you at, Rob? Where you at? Doc, it's Cracker. What the *** are you doing? I'm at the Telstar, this ghetto-ass ***ing place with four smoking-ass freak bitches ready to turn us the *** out. You're supposed to be here 40 minutes ago. What the *** are you doing? Call me back. Yo, yo, yo. Hey. Yo, yo. I'll be right there. See ya.