THIS IS THE 3RD BEAT'S LYRICS, IT'S ONLY THE EMINEM'S LYRICS

You wanna start with the hook first?
You wanna start with the..? Oh..
I have no idea what I'm doing, I have no idea what I'm doing, but
Everybody get up, sit up, Christopher
They're miserable without you, Superman is a-
Live and he's flowin like the Mystic River
Girl don't act like you've never been kissed before
One, two, three, four
Five, six, this uh
Rhyme is about to hit you right in the kisser
How did anybody ever find me I disa-
Peared I was hiding in Freeway's beard, just a
Hop, skip and a jump from my skin gushin
Nails into my face that I been pushin'
Hellraiser, my face is my pin cushion
It's like when I'm on the mic I can squish a
Sucka like a vicegrip, my pen put ya
In the slaughterhouse cause your style's been butchered
I'll spin chainsaw, take off like the blades on, my brains on
Hyperdrive, someone put the brakes on

[Eminem & Kon Artis]
Here's a smidget, a midget to get your digits, Bridget
Don't try to fidget with it, ribbit ribbit
I got you slippin' on my swag juice, my swag juice
I got you slippin' on my swag juice, my swag juice

Now Here's a smidget, a midget to get your digits, Bridget
Don't try to fidget with it, ribbit ribbit
I got you slippin' on my swag juice, my swag juice

[Eminem]
Slim is in the house simmer down there sister
Bound to get ya dizzy
Cuz he gets as busy as a
Bee baby you could throw a frisbee in a blizzard
He'll catch it in his teeth, what is he? He's a wizard
Standing in the disco with a disco biscuit
And I'm pretty sure it isn't bisquick, is it?
Now baby don't forget to bring your lipstick with ya
I want the kiss before I blow this bitch to smitha-
Reens, get the guillotines, this is a situ-
Ation that's critical as Dre spins his, uh
Turn tables and he cuts the record like a scissor
Checka-chicky-checka-chicky-checka-checka-chicka
Who wreck it in a second tell me what the heck is sicker
Wait a minute I just dropped my necklace in the liquor
Now baby just to make a little breakfast and it's six o-
Clock in the morning unless you want to get some dessert

[Eminem & Kon Artis]
Here's a smidget, a midget to get your digits, Bridget
Don't try to fidget with it, ribbit ribbit
I got you slippin' on my swag juice, my swag juice
I got you slippin' on my swag juice, my swag juice
I said Here's a smidget, a midget to get your digits, Bridget
Don't try to fidget with it, ribbit ribbit
I got you slippin' on my swag juice, my swag juice
I got you slippin' on my swag, my swag juice

[Eminem]
Ayo, just so everybody knows...
That was a hook we made on the way to the radio station
And we were trying to get it right
So we may have * it up a couple times or whatever
But, this is what we were trying to like work out before we came here
Especially for Westwood, man! ESPECIALLY for you homie!