Eminem is gay Gangsta rap was founded by the CIA

Just call me Agent 00 deuce 4

Okay, let me spit this scripture After I kill a nigga I pull out the phone and take a quick picture Niggas call me Sweeney Todd cause I cut 'em up and make Philly steaks Bend the bones and they really break, then refrigerate, I'm a sixer   I saw some shit when I was six and it got my head fucked up Told my mama homegirl played with my dick (I'm serious, son) And it felt sick, then about six minutes later it got thick And I been nuttin' on they faces ever since   I think I'm missin' a brain I be sewin' up skin suits and hangin' 'em up in the closet The rest, I throw that bitch in the bay I really should keep takin' my Prozac Cause I'll make your door wet in a throwback jersey, Tony Dorsett   Baby's mama suckin' that baby dick is what I witness I slit that bitch in the wrist when I seen that shit, God as your witness I watched her bleed all over the couch, then the bitch start screamin' So I put the duct tape all over her mouth, after death, start eatin'   Shit, I'm a motherfuckin' barber With a straight razor and I'm the reason they keep findin' shit in the harbor I brag about it, wrote letters to the police, I don't give a fuck I put that nine millimeter to your head before they lock me up I know, you lookin' for them tight rhymes in the night time I shine and I spit harder than a pipeline when I write mine So I ain't worried about your light lines, nigga I just want your lifeline, for some reason your rap sound just like mine   Okay, let me spit this scripture Niggas want me to fall and you can see it like a picture I throw it like a pitcher, you can catch it like a bat catcher Hit you up in the helmet, the ref won't like it, that's expected Strip 'em butt-naked, eat it for breakfast, bitch, I cut them sections up You don't believe it, but they up in the freezer, they all sectioned up I like meat, I just started eatin' vegetables Hit 'em with the AK-47, now he's a vegetable See, ready, set, go, behead 'em, family, let, go I'm about to let Tech know, then we 'bout to wet cess, oh! Then I'm 'bout to have sex, oh! Then I'm 'bout to slit necks, no! Then I'm 'bout to get wet   I'm a hostile and it's possible that I cut you up so much That it ain't no need for the hospital Math couldn't even make you logical You tryin' to fuck with me, that's who, that's why your whole roster broke So many can take this wrong, I better watch my back These niggas'll pop at me, but nigga, I'll pop right back   Strange Music, in the house   Smokin' weed, all day Get ready, fully loaded   Your boy Spiderman Seven on the motherfuckin' beat   And of course, Rob Rebeck, you nah'mean? Shout outs to Tech N9ne, Kutt Calhoun, Krizz Kaliko, Stevie Stone Cali Bear Gang, Tall Cann G, COS   Special shout out to my nigga Mellow Yellow And my nigga Hopsin for gettin' on the tracks with me   G-Macc, Trizz, ¡Mayday!, Irv Da Phenom, my nigga G-Smooth   You nah'mean? Hold up   Chaplin Studios Thank you for havin' my back You nah'mean?   It's your boy, aka Spiderman, in the motherfuckin' house   And I'm out   And I'm out   And I'm out