[Parte 1]
One thousand different houses and Münchausen, I'ma make you
Wanna punch out some-fucking-one: "Ouch! What the fuck you hit me for?!"
Screamed life as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, shit, I laughed in his face, spit
Bitch gave me an extra life, like, "Take this!
Now get your ass back in that game, bitch! Don't take shit
For granted, and don't take shit, give it!"
Only bull you should take is by the horns, a mixture of Whitey Ford
And Mighty Thor, I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writing, then record, replenish, keep writing more
Nothing's riding on it but your pride, that's all you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you claw, backs to wall, no one was there to catch you fall
You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off
You grab your balls like they're gargantuan and ask yourself how fucking bad you want it
Pull out your badge for whooping ass and flash it on 'em
Nobody's gonna back you in the corner, you're a hornet
No one's more ignorant than you fucking four in the morning
You're at the laboratory, storming like there's nothing that's more important
Emcees, you better consider this a formal warning, you're in for it!
Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain
And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face?
I aingt finished, bitch, I meant "in half", oil the blades
Nobody wants to play, they say I'm a spoiled lil' baby, but—
[Coro]
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
[Parte 2]
What goes through an addict's brain besides static pain
And Big Daddy Kane, breakbeats and words? An erratic train
Of thought like splatter paint, scatter brain
Yeah, maybe that explains why you're back but don't rap the same (Yeah!)
And you're looking way thinner 'cause your hunger got you looking like
They took away dinner (Chicka) "Sugar Ray" Leonard
Wouldn't sugar-coat a fucking booger though just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a (Chicka) what? (Chicka) GOAT
Now fling that bitch from your fingertips, hope it lands on
Another rap singer's lips who can't think of shit anything of wit
That's interesting to spit, yo, who's king of this fucking English lit?
Let your middle fingers flip on each hand while extending the shit
How low can you go? Lower than Chuck D, ho
Hear the bassiness in my voice? Rocky's back, where my Adrian's?
Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots
To rap; I'm not a man, I'm a weapon who just happened
To be a rapper who just happen to be on the crapper
When it happened I had an epiphany in the bathroom
I'd never be the same after now I'm back with an appe-
-tite for destruction and a fucking recipe for disaster
So let's eat 'cause I'm famished, every deed is a dastardly
One, evilest bastard, even you asking for me to be po-
-lite to people's like me having my teeth pulled
[Coro]
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
[Parte 3]
So step inside a dimension demented side of a mind that's like
An inside of an engine while I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded: if I didn't mention
I lose my mind and my temper you'll be the first one who finds him offensive
Got him climbing the fences, lost some time to addiction
But look up "rhyme" in the dictio-nary, I'm in the picture
"Eminem" is the synonym for it, I'm an enigma
Fuck it, let's get to the meatballs, I'm gonna skip the
Veg and potatoes, edumacator (They are)
Shit, legends are made of, spit treacherous data
Shit that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretched is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman with metham-
-phetamines in each left hand, in each right is a sledgehammer
In pajamas, standing in front of a webcam
Beating themselves in the head 'til Russell lets him off Def Jam
Maybe I need my head exam-ed, Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb
Hanging from his ceiling, dripping with a bed pan
I need meds, swear to God 'cause if I go off the edge
T.I. aingt talking me off the ledge, man
Heart-throb that'll fart, ah, nah
More like a smart slob, part blob that'll stab you with a sharp ob-
-ject to the heart and leave claw marks all over the Wal-
-Mart walls, little baby with large balls
Fuck mud-slinging, I'm blood-flinging
There's nothing on this fucking Earth better than being the
King of the playground, I hate the swings, but I love being
An underdog 'cause when I'm pushed I end up swinging (Ah!)
[Coro]
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwing a tantrum
He'll fucking flip on ya
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