Lyrics:

What Did I Hurt Your Feelings
like Im Supposed To Be Scared Right
yo, Id Like To Dedicate This Song To Mr. Marshall Mathers Mother, Yeah, Heres One For Your Moms

here Come The Mighty
the One They Call Whitey
all You Sons Of Whitey
are All Bitch Writers
son Wont 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
ill 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 Dont Want To See Me On This Physical Side
you Just A Fake Tough Guy, Tryin To Act Hard
but You Wont 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 Its Like That, You Wanna Fight Jack
lets Put The Mics Down Youll Catch A Beat Down
i Get Love In New York, I Got Fam In La
and I Heard You Might Be The Mc Thats 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
dont 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 Hors Doerve Kid Now