Eminem: uh huh. aight.
Fred: check.
Eminem: slim shady.
Fred: shady, do the mic kid.
Eminem: i don't do black music, i don't do white music.
i make fight music for high school kids.
i put lives at risk when i drive like this. (screech!)
with a slipped disk from a limp bizkit disc.
i just missed the gift list for christmas gifts.
so i get pissed and can't pick which wrist to slit.
little rich kids in cribs don't attempt this shit.
so step back while i prep up to pimp this bitch.
so i says to this girl i'm like:
"what up girl? shut up girl."
showed her a cut up squirrel.
she screamed bloody murder so loud everybody heard her.
slapped me in the mouth and called me a nutty murderer.
i moved on to two blondes kissin' on a futon.
"hey yo baby!" "what do you want?"
i looked at them both and i was like
"uh check this out toots, i'm lookin' for cookie puss.
i need to speak to him immediately."
they played my video on mtv last week.
and just when i was thinkin' i was all that and then some in comes fred durst.
Fred: yo shady, let me get some!
who knows what galaxy i came from.
one where a bass drum's hung from a high-chair.
now i'm a nightmare.
you stay right there.
i got the fever for the flavor of a single.
see me and shady, i think we got it locked down.
shocked by the sound,
i got you cruisin' with your top down.
these two blondes, i offered 'em both a drink.
and this you would think could get the party started.
but instead, them girls turned their heads.
opened up their mouths, smelled like somebody farted.
so it was time for me to move on.
shady said the living room was a dance floor.
so turn me loose.
i was cuttin' a rug with this chick.
bumped into this dude who was drunk and a prick.
ramblin' on about how he was gonna kill me.
wow, i spilled a drink on his shirt!
but no, he insisted we should go.
before i could drop 'em, shady had to clock 'em.
the music stopped, the party stood in shock.
so i looked around, grabbed the cutest girl and did the smurf.
Turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose.
this party's goin' my way, or no way at all.
why don't you turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose.
this party's goin' my way, or no way at all.
Eminem: turn me loose!
you better tell them to come re-shingle the roof.
just keep feedin' me free drinks till i puke.
fred'll ask me to lead sing in his group.
i'm sittin' in the barn, i'm not bein' approached.
cause fred's over there, stealin' all of my hoes.
"yo fred, save me some!"
i walked up to these siamese twins.
asked them to have a threesome.
told 'em two heads are better than one,
plus i respect how y'all roll together as one.
got a slap in the teeth and a kick in the groin.
stood up like: "hey wait! where you goin'?" "bye!"
oh well, three strikes and i'm out.
and i just struck out three times in a row.
fuck it, i'm chillin'.
took a shot of yable, fell asleep,
i was silly.
Turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose.
this party's goin' my way, or no way at all.
why don't you turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose.
this party's goin' my way, or no way at all. (repeats)