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[Intro]

Nah, man—not quite finished yet

Haha, woo!

[Verse 1]

Girl, I think you just might've tried

To pull a motherfuckin’ fast one, I’m mad

You just hurt my goddamn feeling and that was the last one I had

Does this look like an arcade?

Tryna play games? See this saw blade?

See this 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 motherfuckin' 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—Vrinn-Vrinn!

Motor so big, you can fit a midget in his engine

Bitch, give me them digits, why you cringin’?

Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin

Will I spend-spend even ten 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

Eenie-meenie-miney-mo

Catch an Eskimo by his toe while he’s tryin' to roll a snowball

But don’t make him lose his cool

If he hollers, better let him go, y’all

[Chorus: Sample + Eminem]

"You don't own me"

Now here we go, go, go

[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 motherfuckin’ chicken 'fore it hatches

'Cause you can bet your ass that we gonna get it crackin’

Like the Kraken and Titans when they're clashin'

Get your brains bashed in

So bad, you will have Kurt Cobain askin’

To autograph a bloodstained napkin

Unfashionable, and 'bout as rational as a 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

Y’all are so motherfuckin’ full of shit that you're stopped up

Me, I’m always shittin' diarrhea of the mouth

'Til your speakers crap out Pfft, huh, what?

Girl, you got a hot butt

Like a lit cigarette (chig-chigga-ret-ret)

But you won’t get a hot fudge sundae from me

So do not strut my way, slut, because—

[Chorus: Sample + Eminem]

"You don't own me"

Now here we go, go, go

[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 into 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 you, 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 outta my hair, boy

You can look, you can stare, and point

But you can’t touch, I’m too clairvoyant

I don’t get it, man, is there a void?

All this weak shit, what am I, steroids?

Well, bitch, I’m back with some shit for that ass

And your trunk, elephant hemorrhoids

And remember, boys—

[Chorus: Sample + Eminem]

"You don't own me"

Now here we go, go, go

[Outro]

Thank you for coming out

I hope you enjoyed the show

Until next time;

Peace

• Artist:Eminem
• Album:Recovery