Ooh-ooh

Now when it doesn't matter what caliber I spit at

I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks

You'll just turn around and just be like, "Man, how the fuck

Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks

And now he wants to take it out on us?" (Ooh-ooh)

But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy

Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study

It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooh-ooh)

I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that

I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking industry

Especially an effing Recovery clone of me