Lyrics:

What did i hurt your feelings like i'm supposed to be scared right? yo, i'd like to dedicate this song to Mr. Marshall Mather's mother, yeah, here's one for your moms Here come the mighty the one they call whitey all you sons of whitey are all bitch writers son won't that bitch slim shady please act up get smacked up, get ya eyes blacked up with your candy ass name your a candy ass rapper i'll smack you up, shut you off like the clapper whoever said you was raw son they lied i know that shit i spit on Dilated hurt your pride, screamin on a record how you wish i died, but you don't want to see me on this physical side you just a fake tough guy, tryin to act hard but you won't walk the lobby without your bodyguard you aint pullin my card you aindt ridin' a train back in the day kds like you got robbed for they chain step to me like a man with the hands, get slained as a matter of fact when you see me, give me some brain yo it's like that, you wanna fight jack lets put the mics down you'll catch a beat down i get love in new york, i got fam in LA and i heard you might be the MC that's gay with your platinum blonde ceasar you look like a hoe like M and M stand for Marilyn Monroe talkin bout killin sprees you aint like that yo makin lots of enemies but thats all for show you punk ecstacy junkie you waste of skills stop ridin my heels stay high on pills boy i hope you OD don't be playin with me little bitch need to watch what you sayin to me talking shit for shock value boy you aint real turned hard the day Dre gave you a record deal you went and sold your soul for some mass appeal servin up that hor's doerve kid now