Freestyle Stretch Songtext

Cause animal crackers is what I do when I eat MC's like a cannibal backwards.
Ha ha! I got it. - That's not it
Fake rappers been spotted...
(Broken headphones.) Like broken headphones, you head home.
You sped home! - You get your head blown.
Rappers try to step, they speak in the dead tones.
So I ain't trying to hear 'em!
Give me another - word for your mother!
(Stretch Armstrong.) Stretch Armstrong, my brother!
Coming - with rhymes every time that I be drumming
Running - with this shit when I kick a bitch in the stomach.
And Star Wars - this car's a Taurus
Yo, how many bars we hit tonight? ! Cause I'm drunk off...
(Peanut butter!) Off peanut butter!
You see my dick and you start to stutter
Start to utter... words that you shouldn't utter
(Mark Whalberg!) Cause Mark Whalberg is a small turd!
And I'm a step on him like dogshit a fore fist,
So rappers just get off it, I come across with...
(Pulp fiction.) With pulp fiction! Yo! - I'll eat you like a big gulp addiction...
Like slurpees!
Got herpes! - Got a hair piece.
Yo! Rest my anises! - Got brain damage!
I'm dumber than rain man is, there's mayonaise on this, I need a plain sandwich
Hurry up, give me one!
Rappers try to step to this static they wanna give me none...
(Fresh vegetables.) With fresh vegetables.
My testicles - are hanging off to the left of you.
You're bisexual! - And there's a guy next to you...
Standing! - Rappers know that I be-...
(Preparation H.) Preparation H! You didn't even let me finish my rhyme
Just shut up for one more time.
While I just shine... on this - microphone, cause I'm a be honest,
Any MC who tries to step to this I'm making you a promise.
The what? - Give me a wo-ord! (Nostradamus.) Hahh! That Nostradamus...
Is blowing up your house? Killing your foster mammas and coming back to get your parents.
Well I have it - these rhymes are fourteen karat, solid gold!
Rappers tryna step to me, you get your wallet stole...
(Times Square.) In Times Square! - I got blonde hair,
I'm higher than 'Con Air'
Rappers don't want to see me, I'll butt fuck Goldie Hawn bare
In a lawn chair - cause I'm there...
(Kurt Russell.) With Kurt Russell.
Saying: "Come 'ere, Goldie! " - You want my love muscle?
I know you want it. - I get blunted - then I kick these,
Freestyles just like whipped knees...
(Taxicab.) With a taxicab! - I'll smack a bitch with a maxi pad.
Where we going? - "Don't ask me dad! "
"Leave me alone! - I'm not trying
To even hear you. Dad, I hope you're fucking dying...
Off this porno mag'!
Yo, did you see my ad?
Yo! Wait a minute, did you see my ass? - Is what I meant to say!
I meant to say a rhyme that goes this way is elementary! "
For the century,
Slim Shady's is gonna be the illest!
(Flamingos.) What? Flamingos?
My mother goes out and plays bingo
Every single day, at the bingo hall,
That's why my dick is, damn! It's single, small.
Didn't blow up! - Just don't give a what? - A cuff? !
Didn't blow up! - Just don't give a what? - A cuff? !
(DT's fired.) But DT's fired, he's retired!
He's not hired - yo! - Plus I'm tired...
Of busting and spitting this rhyme non stop,
I'm on top - taking records to the pawnshop;
Stretch!
Damn, see my big 'ick? - Catch!
Put a D in front of it, rappers don't want none of it
Coming with a ton of shit to spill, Slim Shady out!
I get I'll with the skill - baby!
Aight baby? - Slim Shady.
Kick eighty million rhymes, till I'm older than Grady
Spilled gravy. - All over my damn navy blue avi.

[Outro: Eminem]
Uh-huh, uh!
Uh-huh hahaaahahaaaah!
Hehehe-hehehe-hehehheh!
Hehehe-hehehe-heehhhaaaahhh! Bye-bye!