Marshall Mathers

I'm crazy, give me an IV full of lethargic medicine

So I can have my dick hard even though I'm tired, get it in

Spit on Target, so Marshall can't be competition then

Call an ambulance, the chances of him living are slim

I don't like cookie monster, why you yelling, be gone then

If you don't know then I suggest you go and ask a friend

Last time you was dope was twenty years ago, you met the end

Your rhymes went from misogynistic, to pretend

Pretend you never rhymed, pretend you a dog, let's pretend

Pretend you ain't Elvis, and pretend that Stan is alive again

Pretend you won the battle against MGK my friend

With your weird ass beard, looks like you forgot to shave again