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(Chainsaw revving noise)Guess who's back to make the critics all claustrophobic?Suckers getting sick from the syllables, homophobicLabel executives panicking, staring at the metricsWhile I'm in the basement rewiring all the electricsShady’s back, spitting venom at your favorite idolSticking pins in a voodoo doll, chasing a titleI’m the monster under the bed that your mama warned you aboutWith a megaphone screaming till your eardrums blowout.Chorus'Cause I’m the ghost in the machine, the shadow on your screenThe worst nightmare that the FCC has ever seenThey want a PG rapper, standard and cleanBut you get Slim Shady, malicious and mean!

I wake up pissed, pissed off at the radio stationFeeding garbage to a brainwashed, medicated nationThey want a role model? Go look at your TV screenI’m just a product of the anger that you left unseenSneaking into pop culture, burning down the high school gymEvery critic with a pen wants to take a shot at himBut I’m a ticking time bomb, cutting up the safety netSpitting words so goddamn toxic that you won't forgetYeah, I’m controversial, fueling all your worst obsessionsLocking hip-hop in a chokehold, forcing its confessions.

(Sound of glass shattering)Now everybody's screaming that I went a step too farWhile I'm hotwiring the engine of your principal's carGot the principal strapped to the hood, driving through a wallShady’s back in the building, making your empire fallThey try to censor the CD, put a sticker on the plasticBut the kids love the chaos, find the madness fantasticI'm a lyrical psycho, running with a pair of shearsCutting through the industry and feeding on your deepest fearsSo lock your doors, hide the records, do whatever you must'Cause when the bass drops, your whole system turns to dust!