Man strucked and got stucked from a Machine with looks like no helps around besides a one good fellow worker but it was too late to the point in his mind he realized that my body will now be forever fucked up  Something's wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!) Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what

If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances You are just what the doc ordered I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot But for me to rap like a computer, it must be in my genes

I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cock it

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Made a livin' and a killin' off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack

I'm an MC still as honest

But as rude and as indecent as all hell

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)