Eminem — The Wake Up Show Freestyle

[Verse 1] Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off, and beat him over the head with the peg Go to bed with the keg, wake up with a 40 Mix it with Alka-Seltzer and Formula 44D Forget an acid tab, I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait until it absorbed in, and fell to the floor dead No more said, case closed, end of discussion We blowin' up like spontaneous human combustion Leavin' you in the aftermath of Holocaust and traumas Cross the bombers? We blowin' up your housе, killin' your parents Comin' back to get your foster mamas And I'm as good at keepin' your promisе as Nostradamus 'Cause I ain't makin' no more threats I'm doin' drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam War Vets I'm more or less sick in the head Maybe more, 'cause I smoked crack today, yesterday and the day before Saboteur, walk the block with a Labrador Strapped with more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore, verbal cow manure Comin' together like an eyebrow on Al. B Sure! [Verse 2] It's only fair to warn: I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my dang umbilical cord Warlord of rap that'll bash you with a two-by-four board And smash into your Honda Accord with a four door Ford But I'm more toward droppin' an A Capella To chop a fella' to Mozzarella worse than a helicopter propeller Got you locked in a cellar, with your skeleton showin' Developin' anorexia, while I'm standin' next to ya' Eatin' a four-course meal, watchin' you starve to death With an IV in your vein, feedin' you liquid Darvocet Pumpin' you full of drugs Pull the plugs on the gun shop victims full of bullet slugs Who were picked up in an ambulance and driven to recievin' With the asses ripped outta they' pants And given a less than a 20% chance of livin' Have a possible placement as a hospital patient Storin' the dead bodies in Grandma's little basement Dr. Kevorkian has arrived To perform an autopsy on you, while you scream: "I'm still alive!" Drivin' a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp And pullin' your Adam's Apple out through your mouth Better call the fire department, I've hired an arson To set fire to carpet, and burn up your entire apartment