Celebrity [Freestyle]

[Verse: Eminem]

There are enough insults in my head to fill up a swear jar

And have it overflowing

So don't get me going: don't dare start

You'll never see me again: Amelia Earhart

I'm popping a wheelie, off to a really unfair start

I'm past grinding, for me– guess I just be grounded up

Like Ground Round or a pound of chuck

Tightly-wound as fuck 'till the Fire Marshalls come shut

Fire Marshall, down and up

I suggest you better shut the fuck up

And stop fucking around and duck!

I ain't playing this time, I told you I'm out for blood

So to say "I keep it 100" would probably sound redundant

Like calling a bitch a ho or asking a gal to suck

And blow on your dick cock

Is she up to screwing? Down to fuck?

It's a man's world and I'm trapped in a land of smut

With a thousand sluts strapped and muzzled

Running through a house of mutts

In other words, I'm shutting every one of you bitches' mouths up

And I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt!

And ain't shit changed, my shit still don't stink, player

My farts may have gotten staler ever since

I became a trailer park celebrity

Maybe my complexion became a little paler

Poster child for white trash

I'm a Garbage Pail Kid sailor, yeah

See me I'm all up on your bitch means I'mma rape her

All I got for these hoes is dick, duct tape and a stapler

So bitch, you better look for table scraps to scrape up

I don't subscribe to the News or the Free Press

But homie, I get the paper!