F*ck You (Lab Rat Remix) Lyrics by Eminem
F*ck You (Lab Rat Remix) Lyrics
[starts off with the beat of Dr. Dre, Devon the Dude & Snoop Dogg's: "F*ck You"]
Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off; and beat him over the f*cking head with the peg.
Go to bed with the keg - wake up with the 40
Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
F*ck an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead.
No more said case closed end of discussion
I'm blowin' up like spontaneous human combustion.
Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas.
Cross the bombas! We blowin' up your house.
Killing your parents! And coming back to get your foster mommas
And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus.
'Cause I ain't making no more threats
I'm doing drive-by's in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets.
I'm more or less sick in the head. Maybe more...
Cause I smoked Crack today, yesterday and the day before.
Sabbath or - walk the block with a Labrador
Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador.
Foul style galore - verbal cow manure!
Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure.
I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless - patrolling corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters.
I'm meaner in action than Rosco beating James Tarteen
And smackin' his back with vacuum cleaner attachments.
I grew up in the wild hood, as a hazardous youth
With a f*cked up childhood - that I used as an excuse.
And ain't shit changed but kept the same mindstate
Since the 3rd time that I failed 9th grade.
You probably think that I'm a negative person - don't be so sure of it
I don't promote violence - I just encourage it.
I laugh at the sight of death as I fall down a cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of Spider Webs
So throw caution to the wind. - You and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again.
Shit! Why not? Blow your brain out. I'm blowing mine out
F*ck it! You only live once you might as well die now.
[Dr. Dre: Verse from Cypress Hill & Dr. Dre's - "Puppet Master"]
I spark like a blunt's tip, somethin' cavi
Makin Greene like Mitch - gives rap vocals dispatch.
With every attempt, to have this game shook up.
When Dre cook up! - Every thug look up!
Chronic got me on tilt. - eyes bloodshot, heavy built
Lay a nigga out like quilt!
Clear to gill - I rock for rollers, from lowriders to Henny toasters
Cut off dead weight to keep my formulas kosher.
Accept no imitations Dre losin' his stack,
Is slim as chances - of Michael Jackson gettin' his black fans back!
My reputation's like a Tec-9
Knock out the best in a circle. - Three minutes wreck time.
See the hand is faster than the eye can chase it,
Dre, B-Real! - Soul Assassins got potential buttons activated.
No illusion, I have you caught up in the rapture
Executive decisions from the motherf*cking puppet masters! (B-Real: You are the puppet!)
[beat fades out]