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(Intro)

You don't own me, don't try to change me (nah, man... I'm not quite finished yet)

(Verse 1)

Girl, I think you just might of tried to pull a mo'fuckin' fast one I'm mad
You just hurt my goddamn feelin' and that was the last one I had
Does this look like an arcade tryin' to play games see this saw blade see the silhouette of a stalker in your walkway better cooperate
Or get sauteed and rotisseried while you're hog-tied
Mc's get so quiet you can hear a mo'fuckin' dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy
I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight I treat it like a Mogwai
Cause it will turn into a Gremlin and run over kids, women and men
VnnnVnnn motor so big, you can fit a midget in his engine
Bitch give me them digits, why you crigin', not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin
Will I spend-spend even 10 cents on you since when
Do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty penny, shit if I think a penny's pretty
Just imagine how beautiful a quarter is to me, eeny-meany
Miney-mo catch an Eskimo by his toe, while he's trying to roll a snow ball
But don't make him lose his cool, if he hollers better let him go, y'all
'Cuz...

(Chorus)

You don't own me...now here we go, go, goooo...

(Verse 2)

Get up baby, get a move on, like a U-Haul you can rack your brain like pool balls
You won't ever think of this shit, yeah honey you called
Well here I come, Havoc on the beat I wreak it, evil I see, hear and speak it
Lady put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shit
Put your eggs in the same basket, you can count every mo'fuckin' chicken 'fore it hatches
Cause you can bet yer ass that, we gon' get it crackin'
Like the Kraken, and Titans when they're clashin' get your brains bashed in
So bad you gon' have Kurt Cobain askin' to autograph a blood-stained napkin
Unfashionable and 'bout as rational as rash on a fag's asshole
Now let's take that line, run it up the flagpole
With Elton, see if he's cool with it, don't stand there and look stupid at
Me, bitch I ain't in the mood for this shit, get my dick Google it
'Til it pops up, ya'll are so motherfuckin' full of shit that yer stopped-up
Me I'm always shittin', diarrhea of the month, 'til your speakers crap out, ahp ! What ?
Girl you git a hot butt, like a lit cigarette, chig-chigga-ret chigga but you wont get a hot fudge sundae from me, so do not strut my way slut, because...

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)

And now that I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an uproar
I'ma show you why I came, so you stop askin' me what the fuck for
Now look you little slut cunt whore, I know you want more
Bitch it's time to put the "math" back in the Mathers cause i'm a fuckin' problem, run boy
Every flow got it mastered, so every last word that you fuckin' fags heard comes straight from the fish's ass, yeah, in other words I'm a bass-turd
Lookin' at me like I killed Kenny, gas in the tank yeah, still plenty
No morals are instilled in me, so remorse I really don't feel any
Eat your heart out Hannibal, understandable why you're jealous, fuck an animal
I got cannibal magnetism can't resist him now can ya, ho ?
Shady, I don't understand your flow, understand my flow ? Bitch, I flow like Troy Polamalu's hair, boy
Don't you dare try to follow or compare, boy
I'm raw, you ain't even medium-rare, stay the fuck out of my hair boy
You can look, you can stare, point- but you can't touch I'm to clairvoyant
I don't get it man, is there a void all this weak shit ?
What am I, steroids?
Well, butch I'm back with some shit for that ass, and your trunk, Elephant hemorrhoids
And remember boy...

(Outro)

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