Verse 3

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin

You rodent, I'm omnipotent

Let off, then I'm reloadin'

Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'

And I should not be woken

I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'

But I got your mom deep-throatin'

I'm out my Ramen Noodle

We have nothin' in common, poodle

I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil

It's me, my honesty's brutal

But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though

For good at least once in a while

So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes

To maybe try to help get some people through tough times

But I gotta keep a few punchlines

Just in case 'cause even you unsigned

Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime

I know there was a time where once I

Was king of the underground

But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

Appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big and here they come tryin'

To censor you like that one line

I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I

Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine

Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9

See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm

Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal

You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though

And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows

You write normal? Fuck being normal!

And I just bought a new raygun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad

'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad

Singin' to a man while he played piano

Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel

So Ray J went straight to the radio station

The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"

Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human

What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman

Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me and it'll glue to you and

I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating

How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

"Oh, he's too mainstream."

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

"It's not hip-hop, it's pop,"—'cause I found a hella way to fuse it

With rock, shock rap with Doc

Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it

"I don't know how to make songs like that

I don't know what words to use."

Let me know when it occurs to you

While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you

It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you

How many verses I gotta murder to

Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?!

Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie

But look at the accolades these skills brung me

Full of myself, but still hungry

I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to

And I'm a million leagues above you

Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you

I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel

I'ma sleep in the front seat

Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky"

But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred

I have, then you may be a little patient

And more sympathetic to the situation

And understand the discrimination

But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then!

But if I can't batter the women

How the fuck am I supposed to bake 'em a cake then?

Don't mistake him for Satan

It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation

To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and

Don't be a retard—be a king? Think not

Why be a king when you can be a god?