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(You don't own me. Don't try to change me) Nah man Not quite finished yet Girl, I think, You just might've tried to pull a motherfucking fast one, I'm mad You just hurt my goddamn feeling, and that was the last one I had Does this look like an arcade? Tryna play games? See this saw blade? See the silhouette of a stalker In your walk-way? Better co-operate Or get sautéed and rotisseried while you're hog-tied MCs get so quiet you can hear a motherfucking dog whistle when I walk by 'Colt Seavers' on a mule, stunting on that ass like the fucking Fall Guy I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat it like a Mogwai 'Cause it will turn into a Gremlin and run over kids, women and men Vrinn-vrinn! Motor's so big you can fit a midget in his engine Bitch, give me them digits, why you're cringin' Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin Will I spend-spend even ten 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 Eenie meenie miney mo, Catch an Eskimo by his toe (you don't own me) While he's trying to roll a snowball, But don't make him lose his cool If he hollers better let him go ya'll, 'cause (you don't own me) Now here we go go go Get up! Baby, get a move on, like a 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 the beat, I wreak 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 motherfucking chicken 'fore it hatches 'Cause, you can bet your ass that we gon' get it crackin' Like the Kraken and Titans when they're clashin' Get your brains bashed in so bad You gon' have Kurt Cobain askin' To autograph a bloodstained napkin Unfashionable and 'bout as rational As a rash on a fag's asshole Now let's take that line, run it up the flag pole 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 motherfucking full of shit that you're stopped up Me, I'm always shitting diarrhea of the mouth 'Til your speakers crap out"Ohp, what?" Girl, you got a hot butt like a lit cigarette "Chik-Chigarette" But you won't get a hot fudge Sundae from me So do not strut my way, slut! Because... You don't own me Here we go go go And now that I got your panties in a bunch And your bowels in an uproar I'mma show you why I came So you stop asking 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 fucking problem, run boy! Every flow got it mastered So every last word that you fucking fags heard Comes straight from the fish's ass, yeah In other words I'm a bass-turd! Looking at me like I killed Kenny Gas in the tank, yeah still plenty No morals are instilled in me So remorse I really don't feel any Eat your heart out, Hannibal Understandable why you're jealous, fucking animal I got cannibal magnetism, can't resist him now, can ya hoe? Shady, I don't understand your flow. Understand my flow? Bitch, I flow like Troy Polamalu's hair, boy. Don't you dare try to follow or compare, boy. I'm raw, you ain't even medium rare Stay the fuck outta my hair, boy! You can look, you can stare and point But you can't touch -- I'm too 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 You don't own me Now here we go go go Thank you for coming out Hope you enjoyed the show 'Til next time Ha ha Peace!