[Intro]
You don't own me, don't try to change me(nah, man... I'm not quite finished
Yet)

[Verse 1]
Girl, I think you might of tried to pull a mo'fuckin' fast one I'm mad
You just hurt my god damn feelin' and that was the last one I had
Does it look like an arcade tryin' to play games see this saw blade see the
Silhouette of a stalker in your walkway better cooperate
Or get sautŠ¹ed and rotisseried while you're hog-tied
MC's get so quiet you can hear a mo'fuckin' dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule stutin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy
I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight I treat it like Mogwai
Cause it will turn into a Gremlin and run over kids, women and men
Vnnn Vnnn motor so big, you can fit a midget in his engine
Bitch give me them digits, why you cringin', not by the hair on my
Chinny-chin-chin
Will I spend-spend even 10 cents on you since when
Do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty penny, shit if I think a penny's
Pretty
Just imagine how beautiful a quarter is to me, eeny-meany
Miney-mo catch an Eskimo by his toe, while he's trying to roll a snow ball
But don't make him lose his cool, if he hollers better let him go, ya'll
'Cuz

[Chorus]
You don't own me... now here we go, go, gooo...

[Verse 2]
Get up baby, get a move on, like U-Haul you can rack your brain like pool
Balls
You won't ever think of this shit, yeah honey you called
Well here I come, Havoc on this beat I wreck it, evil I see, hear and speak
It
Lady put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shit
Put your eggs in the same basket, you can count every mo'fuckin' chicken
'Fore it hatches
Cause you can bet your ass that, we gon' get it crackin'
Like the Kraken, ad Titans when they're clashin' get you brains bashed in
So bad you gon' have Kurt Cobain askin' to autograph a blood-stained napkin
Unfashionable and 'bout as rational as rash on fag's asshole
Now let's take that line, run it up a flagpole
With Elton, see if he's cool with it, don't stand there and look stupid at
Me, bitch I ain't in the mood for this shit, get my dick Google it
'Til it pops up, ya'll are so motherfuckin' full of shitt hat yer
Stopped-up
Me I'm always shittin', diarrhea of the mouth, 'til your speakers crap out,
Ahp! what?
Girl you got a hot butt, like a lit cigarette, chig-higga-ret chigga but
You wont get a hot fudge sundae from me, so do not strut my way slut,
Because...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
And now that I hot your panties in a bunch and you bowels in an uproar
I'ma show you why I came, so you stop askin' me what the fuck for
Now look you little slut cunt whore, I know you want more
Bitch it's time to put the "math" back in the Mathers cause I'm a fuckin'
Problem, run boy
Every flow got it mastered, so every last word that you fuckin' fags heard
Comes straight from the fish's ass, yeah, in other words I'm a bass-turd
Lookin' at me I killed Kenny, gas in the tank yeah, still plenty
No morals are instilled in me, no remorse I really don; t feel any
Eat your heart out Hannibal, understandable why you're jealous, fuck an
Animal
I got cannibal magnetism can't resist him now can ya, ho?
Shady, I don't understand your flow, understand my flow? Bitch, I flow like
Troy Polamolu's hair, boy
You can look, you can stare, point- but you can't touch I'm to clairvoyant
I don't get it man, is there a void all this weak shit? What am I,
Steroids?
Well, bitch I'm back with some shit for that ass, and your trunk, Elephant
Hemorrhoids
And remember boys...

[Outro]
Thank you for coming out. Hope you enjoyed the show... 'til next time,
Peace.
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Eminem – Untitled Lyrics

Songwriters: MATHERS, MARSHALL B. III / MUCHITA, KEJUAN WALIEK / CRAWFORD, MICHAEL LEWIS / MADARA, JOHN / WHITE, DAVID ERNEST
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