Lyrics:

What did i hurt your feelingslike 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 momsHere come the mightythe one they call whiteyall you sons of whiteyare all bitch writersson won''t that bitch slim shady please act upget smacked up, get ya eyes blacked upwith your candy ass nameyour a candy ass rapperi''ll smack you up,shut you off like the clapperwhoever said you was raw son they liedi 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 sideyou just a fake tough guy, tryin to act hardbut you won''t walk the lobby without your bodyguardyou aint pullin my cardyou aindt ridin'' a trainback in the day kds like you got robbed for they chainstep to me like a man with the hands, get slainedas a matter of fact when you see me, give me some brainyo it''s like that, you wanna fight jacklets put the mics down you''ll catch a beat downi get love in new york, i got fam in LAand i heard you might be the MC that''s gaywith your platinum blonde ceasar you look like a hoelike M and M stand for Marilyn Monroetalkin bout killin sprees you aint like that yomakin lots of enemies but thats all for showyou punk ecstacy junkieyou waste of skillsstop ridin my heelsstay high on pillsboy i hope you ODdon''t be playin with melittle bitch need to watch what you sayin to metalking shit for shock valueboy you aint realturned hard the day Dre gave you a record dealyou went and sold your soul for some mass appealservin up that hor''s doerve kid now