May I Have Your Attention Please
May I Have Your Attention Please
Will The Fake Slim Shady Please Say F***
I Repeat
Will The Fake Slim Shady Please Say F***
"F***!"

Ya'll act like you've never heard of Slim Shady before
He's cool, and there's so many fakes they won't all fit on the floor
They all swear their bums off just to open the door
And think your mamma is a w****
It's the return of the "Oh wait, no way, you're kidding!"
He didn't just sing what I think he did, did he?
And You-Know-Who(1) said, nothing you idiots
She's f***in' dead, in hell, being a dick
Many people just hate the Slim Shadys
"What a dick of Slim Shadys I'm Sicka Them Look At Them
Walking around, holdin' their You-Know-Whats, killing You-Know-Who"
Yeah, but why would they do that s*** though?
I probably got a few f***in' screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what's going on in your dog's bedroom
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and let loose but can't
But it's cool for your mum to hump a female moose
I do not give a s***, I do not give a s***
And I know that you are a motherf***ing piece of it
And that's the message that we deliver to little gits
And expect them not to know what the hell a c*** is
Of course they're gonna know what a damn a c*** is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got their dirty parents don't they?
Slim Shades are nothing but rap loads
Unless their in zap mode
When they make your mamma seem like a toad
But if you can f*** ya mamma with a d****
There's no f***in reason that your dad's dick can't have wrote
And if you think like I do you got an antidote
Go and wank your c***y-dose, Sing the f***en chorus, yo!

[Chorus Start]
I'm Slim Shady, Yes I'm The Fake Shady
Like Most Other Slim Shadys, I'm Just Immitating
So Won't The Fake Slim Shady Please Say F***
Please Say F***, Please Say F***
'Coz I'm Slim Shady, Yes I'm The Fake Shady
Like Most Other Slim Shadys, I'm Just Immitating
So Won't The Fake Slim Shady Please Say F***
Please Say F***, Please Say F***
[Chorus End]

Your dad don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well I don't give a f***, you know I f***in' don't
Think I really care about your granny
She wouldn't be able to take my s***, if you can't even stand me
But s***, what if you're a d***, and your mum is weird
and you're just f***in lying to get me here
So you can sit my a*** here, next to S***ney Spears
That f***in whore over there better get a new chair
So I can sit next to your mamma f*** and your dad
And hear them argue over what the f***in' hell makes you bad
F***in put me on the f***in' MTV
"Yeah he's cool, but he doesn't give a f***, hee hee"
I should download your motherf***ing MP3
And show the whole world, why the f*** you got stung by a bee
I'm sicka you little a***holes, all you do is p***ing me off
So I'm here to f***ing get you lost
And there's a million f***ers just like me
Who cuss like me
Who just f***in' said f*** like me
Who dress like me
Walk, talk, and act like me
It won't be better, prolly be worse
At the best, equal to me

[Chorus]

I am the best mother f***ing Fake Slim Shady.
F*** all you other fakes.
Rule Number 11: Don't W*** Your C*** Or C*** Unless It W***s You First