Eminem]

This m**********r here just wont shut up will you

Talk about i owe you b***h you owe me

Promote me right now

Man lets put the nail in his coffin

Chorus]

I dont want to be like this

I dont really want to hurt no feelins

But im only bein real when i say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap

Old men have heart attacks

And i dont want to be responsible for that so

Put the mic down and walk away

You can still have a little bit of dignity

I would never claim to be no great benzino

An 83 year old fake pachino

So how can he hold me over some balcony

Without throwin his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me

Please dont youl probably fall with me

And our asses will both be history

But then again youl finnally get your wish

Cuz youl be all over the street like 50 cent

F**kin punk p**sy f**k you chump

Gimme a one-on-one see if i dont f**k you up

Tryin to jump the ruff ryders and they cut you up

And you put jada on a track thats how much you suck

Duck in the industry swear that you in the streets hustlin

You sit behind a f**kin desk at the source butt-kissin

And beggin motherf**kers for guest appearences

And you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists

Dont even respect you or take you serious

Its not that we dont like you we hate you - period

Talk about a mid-life crisis damn

Last week you was shakin obie trice's hand

Now hes a busta what the f**ks with that

Get on a track dissin us kissin 50's a**

And askin me what i know about inditements-bite me

B**ch i got two cases and probation - fight me

What do i know about standin in front of a judge like a man

Ready to take whatever sentence he hands

What you know about your wife slicin her wrists

Right in front of the only thing you have in this world - a little girl

And i put that on her when this is all over

I would never try to make her a star and eat off her

I dont know sh*t about no shoppin rocks

But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin spots

When your the only white boy in that b***h just rippin

Pressin up your own flyers and your stickers stickin

Them b**ches up after spendin six hours at kinkos

Just makin copys of your covers of casette singles

And sell them out the trunk of your tracer

Spendin your whole paycheck at disc makers

What you know about bein bullied over half your life

Oh thats right you know what thats like your half white

Vanilla ice spill the beans and rice im eaten you alive inside

Jesus christ if your that much of a gangster put the mic down

You should be out killin motherf**kers right now

Kill a m**********r dead kill'em dead b**ch

Shoot'em in the f**kin head go ahead b**ch

Slap my mom slap the f*ck outa her

She cant sue you she wouldnt get a buck out of you

Cuz your broke as f**k you suck your a f**kin joke

If you was really sellin coke well then what the f**k

You stop for dummy if you slew some crack

You'd make alot more money than you do from rap

You never had no security you'll never be famous

You'l never now what its like to be rich lifes a b***h aint it

Raymond here let me break this sh*t down in lamens

Terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this

And canibus they usin too many complicated f**kin words for you

Here then let me slow it down for you

So you can understand if i say it slower:

Let it go dawg it's over

I dont want to be like this

I dont really want to hurt no feelins

But im only bein real when i say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap

Old men have heart attacks

And i dont want to be responsible for that so

Put the mic down and walk away

You can still have a little bit of dignity

Eminem talking]

Haha

Talkin bout i have motherf**kers callin your crib

B**ch you aint even got a f**kin crib

You aint even got a f**kin phone f**kin punk

Threatened to shut me down at your little f**kin source magazine

If i come back then you would attack me b***h you attacked me first

Take it like a man and shut the f**k up

And f**k your little magazine too

I dont need your f**kin magazine i got xxl number anywayz

And yall cant stand it cuz there gettin bigger than yall

Oh and by the way howed i look on the vmas

When you was watchin me from whatever f**kin tv you was watchin me from in boston

The mean streets of boston f**kin sissy

Like you got us scared in the m**********r suck our motherf**kin dicks

Oh and for those thats dont know dont get it twisted yo the source has a white owner