Well Ali G had them forty tv shows
D12-ie had a thousand Purple Pills
But Friend you in luck 'cause up your sleeves
You got a brand of Rappin that never fails
You got some rivals in your corner now
Some heavy metal rappin in your camp
You got some Wicki Whici, Slim,Shady and how
See all you gotta do is create a back beat
And I'll say

Mister Undying fan, sir
What will your pleasure be?
Let me take your Album
Jot it down
You ain't never had a friend like me
No no no

Life is your Studio
And I'm your Slim Shady
C'mon whisper what it is you Rap
You ain't never had a friend like me

Yes sir, we pride ourselves on our music
You're the bass
The beat, the bhah
Say what you wisk
It's yours! True disk
How about a little more Iron Maiden with base guitar?

Have some of record "A"
Try all of record "B"
I'm in the mood to help you dude
You ain't never had a friend like me

Can your friends do this?
Do your friends do that?
Do your friends Scratch this On there little Decks
Can your friends go, Please Stand Up?
Well, looky here
Can your friends say, Im the real shady, let 'er rip
And then make the Mother F##ker disappear?

So doncha sit there paled faced, Drugged Up
I'm here to answer all your midday craves
You got me bona fide, certified
You got a Slim for your charge d'affaires
I got a powerful urge to help you out
So what-cha Rap? I really wanna know
You got a Track that's three miles long, no doubt
See all you gotta do is create a back beat- and oh

Mister shady fan, sir, have a Rappin or track two or three
I'm on the job, No Bill's'abob
You ain't never had a Slim, never had a Slim
You ain't never had a Slim, never had a Slim
You ain't never had a Slim like me
You ain't never had a Slim like me, hah!