So much for the first single on this one. Shady's a label after Matt was a stable. But the horse has come out of error. Across the world by the stirrup. Seems his dick is mixed water with syrup. It's the misdepicted Christopher. He's just for no reason. Others admit just to tease him. Cause he was his biggest hitler. And he used to be super on that. Now we're pouring liquor on the curb. And his name's Warren. Can you wait till we meet up again? Or I'm kicking your ass for everything you've ever said. One for the money. Two for the *** show. Ready? Get set. Let's go. Here comes the bucking bronco. Stomping and stampeding up the damn street like I'm Buffalo. Soldiers, I told you I'm about to blow. So look out below. Geronimo. My effort is as dominoes. I'm on the roll. Around and around I go. When will I stop? I don't know. Trying to pick up where the Eminem show left off. But I know anything's possible. Though I'm not gonna top what I sold. I'm at the top of my game. That ***'s just not gonna change. Long as I got like a Dre. On my team, I'll get away. With murder, I'm like OJ. He's like my cock for the day. We keep the mark from the tapes. In a safe lock, I'm away. Better watch what you say. Just when you thought you were safe. Them suckers got you on tape. You swear to God you was playing. Whether or not you was little Joshua. Gosh, I wish I could have told you to not do the same. Because one day it could cost you your name. And this was supposed to be my first single. But I just *** that up so. Yeah, let's all have fun. Let's mingle. *** a chick and do-si-do. This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle. That you hear on your radio. Which is about to hit the shingle. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, now. Error, oh, ah. Error, error, oh, ah. Error, oh, ah. Error, error, oh, oh, ah. Ah, oh, ah. Error, oh, ah. Error, oh, ah. Error, po-po, ca-ca. Error, error, error. Eric swallowed some generic cheap pencils. And woke up in bed next to his best friend Eric. Bare naked, chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga. Jenin just turned 16. Used a fake ID to sneak in VIP to see R. Kelly. Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee. To be so young and naive. For what I wouldn't give to live so frickin' carefree. Paris and Mickey's parents must be so tickled. They cherish every picture with their kids. Wahikis all over their necks. Tickery, tickery. Dirt diggler. Look at me work wizardry with these words. Am I a jerk? Or just jerk chicken? Or chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga. Get your jerk in your chain. 22 jerks in a jerk circle. The rids of the circle are cursed. But wait a minute. What am I saying? Allow me to run it back and rewind it. Well, let me ask you again. Am I just jerk in a chain? Am I berserk? I'm insane. Or am I just one in a name? Am I just working a dang camera? Filming morning in Paris. Filming homemade videos. Who keeps tilting the lens at an angle? Chugga-chugga. Just recently somebody just discovered Britney and Justin. Video tapes of them cussing. When they were just mouthing tears in the Mickey Mouse Club. And us of them were going straight to the source with them cause they got sworn. Someone said, and then tried to erase and record over it. But if you listen close enough to it you can hear the and then they come to find out it was Justin saying, I'm gonna and this was supposed to be my first single. But I just that off song. Yeah, let's all have fun. Let's mingle. *** a chick and do-si-do. This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle. That you hear on your radio. Which is about to hit the shingle. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, now. Any opinions or something you just want to get off your chest and address it about my lyrics. I'd love to hear it. All you gotta do is pick up the phone and just dial up this number. It's 1-800-I'm-a-sick-of-I'd-love-to-duck-a-sick. And if someone picks up you can tell all the *** you want about me. Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key. And I'll be sure to get back. As soon as there comes a day that I fall out with Dre. Wake up game, make up a break. So pluck a chicken, lick a chicken, kick a chicken, beat a chicken, eat a chicken like it's a big cock. Forgive me. Oh, kick a duck and stick a duck and eat a duck and stick a duck in your mouth. I'm done eating. This was supposed to be my first single but I just got off-zone. Yeah, let's all have fun, let's mingle. *** a chick and do-si-do. This was supposed to be my catchy little jingle that you hear on your radio but it's about to hit the shingle. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, now.