Things Get Worse

There's no need to say shit you already know

The question is just how far will this go

How far will he take it?

And when will he stop?

Shady man I done told you once homie to easy up

But you just won't listen will ya, nah I guess not

You just can't can ya, man I can't stand ya

You're rotten, what you plottin' for us?

Man when are you gonna let up

I guess things are gonna get much worse 'fore they get better

Holy toledo it's Angelina Jolie amigo

She told me yo Shady just hand your penis to me I'll deep throat

And Brad if you try to stand between us then we're gonna see bro

Who was a fantasy I don't mean to damage your ego

You faggots wanna rassle I shove a fucking

jar of vaseline up inside your asshole

And rope it shut with a lasso

Couple of crushed lexapro broken up wit the capsule or paxil

Just incase I ain't dope enough wit the raps though

Coke is cut with tobacco

Smoke it up then go wacko

This is what happens when you mix a cocunut with tabasco

Shady let go, the hoe has been choked up enough

Let her ass go

Not till Jessica Simpson lets go of the tuna casserole

I used to love her hooters now Carmen Elektra cuter

Strap an extension cord to her arm and electrocute her

I'm off my fucking meds but I'm on an electric scooter

I might just scoot by and shoot my mum in the neck with rugers

Spit in Jasons face while I vomit on Freddy Krugar

They can't even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar

Now I'm gone get the rectal thermometer, get the lubra-

cation and get the patient some Darvocet to chew cuz

There's no need to say shit you already know

The question is just how far will this go

How far will he take it?

And when will he stop?

B.o.B I done told you once homie to easy up, geez

There's no need to say shit you already know

The question is just how far will this go

Cause I will never lay down?

And I will never let up?

（I guess things are gonna

get much worse 'fore they get better）

With the soul of a Sharman

I leave the beat than vomit

Like a bullemic woman with an uneasy stomach

I pass by people on the street

they seem like sheep and zombies

Stiffer than a therapeutic pair of jeans you run in

So can you hear me coming

Eminem this beat is absolutely disgusting

It's probably go diseases on it

I'm just being honest, I can see the comments

I can see the evolution as we creep up on it

I put that music in your veins like a needle junkie

Shit I just do this for the haters, I don't need the money

I diarrhea on track so it needs plunging

Somebody tell these girls please release my undies

Nobody really understands my language

I find it complicated just to hold a conversation

But still I got a whole lot of patience

Sittin' back watching Earth from my Space station

There's no need to say shit you already know

The question is just how far will this go

How far will he take it?

And when will he stop?

Shady man I done told you once homie to easy up

But you just won't listen will ya, nah I guess not

You just can't can ya, man I can't stand ya

You're rotten, what you plottin' for us?

Man when are you gonna let up

I guess things are gonna get much worse 'fore they get better

Oh my gosh I put Natasha Bendingfield in a washer

Watch it go from rinse to spin cycle

Its like I got ya hypnotising like I gotcha

I gotcha pychologically fucked

Michael would like an apology what

Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco truck

and a white tricycle up his butt

And glue the seat of bicycle to his nuts

I'm as cold as a muthafucking icicle on my nut

I aint nuttin' nice, man I like to pull knives and I like to cut

The poster addict for post tramatic stress

I guess this is the most dramatic I've been in a while

This is the closest that its come to the Marshall Mathers

I can hear him start to gather

I don't paint the portrait of the picture perfect Partridge family

This ain't your orphan Annie, no this is more uncanny

Kick down Dakota Fannings front door while the whore is tanning

（He can't say whore）

Of course he can, man he just saw her fanny

then murdered her while he danced

around the room and wore her panties

There's no need to say shit you already know

The question is just how far will this go

How far will he take it?

And when will he stop?

Shady man I done told you once homie to easy up

But you just won't listen will ya, nah I guess not

You just can't can ya, man I can't stand ya

You're rotten, what you plottin' for us?

Man when are you gonna let up

I guess things are gonna get much

worse 'fore they get better