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

I can't keep this out of on-the-loop mode

I can't stop won't stop even if I could. Good grief, Eminem is back with a vengeance!

I get in beefs, my enemies die

I don't ceasefire 'til at least all are deceased

I'm eastside, never be caught slippin'

Now you see why I don't sleep

Not even a wink, I don't blink

I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats

I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze

Why is there NO ONE around to hardcore fan over them lyrics and them beats and them content? Why? Why?

On a more serious note, I hope Marshall is just rhyming an emotion with the pill verse.

Losing Chester was something, but losing Marshall... Now, now now he's not going anywhere right right right