What Did I hurt your feelings

Aah I'm supposed to be scared now right

Yo I like to dedicate this record right here

To Mr Marshall Mathers mother

Yeah here's one for your moms

Here comes the mighty

The one they call whitey

Oh your son's a whitey

An all dick writer

So won't that b**ch Slim Shady please act up

Get smacked up

Get your eye's blacked up

Your got a candy assed name

Your a candy assed rapper

I'll smack you up shut you off like the clapper

Who ever said you were raw son they lied

I know that sh*t I spit on Dilated hurt your pride

Screamin' on a record on how you wish I died

But you don't want to see me on this phsyical side

You just a fake tough guy tryin' to act hard

But won't walk into a lobby without a body guard

You ain't finding my car you ain't ridin' the train

Back in the day kids like you got robbed for their chains

Step to me like a man and the hands get slain

Matter of fact when you see me b**ch give me some brain

Yo it's like that

We can fight jack

Let's put the mics down

You'll catch a beat down

I get love in New York

Got fam in LA

I heard you might be the MC thats gay

With your platium blunt season you look like a hoe

Like Eminem stands for Marilyn Monroe

Talking about killin' sprees you ain't like that yo

Making a lot of enemies that's all for show

Your punk extesie junkie you waste of skills

Stop ridin' my deals

Stay high on pills

Boy I hope you go bleed

Don't be playin' with me

Little b**ch need to watch what you sayin' to me

Talkin' sh*t for shock value boy you ain't real

Turn hard the day Dre gave you a record deal

You went and sold your soul for some mass appeal

Serve up that orderve kid now eat this meal

Instead worry about you should be dissin'

Need to worry about who your wifey been kissin'

And when go to prison while you doin' your bid

I'll do look in on your lady and do things for your kid

Make her write you letters about the things we did

Send you pictures of me chillin' all up in your crib

And that sh*t about Sway and Tek that was a fib

The first time you met me I showed you love in DC

But you were scared like a p**sy with your eyes on the floor

While your crew showed me love outside the front door

Talkin' about hey yo what's up ain't you Whitey Ford

I love that song what it's like and jam praise the lord

I don't do this for the money I do it for fun

You might hang around some gangsters but you ain't one

And you won't be slappin' me with no empty gun

Talkin' about a fag

But your the one in drag

You can't keep your woman from going a stray

Better run and go check that kid for your DNA

I take care of my moms

And you get sued by yours

What's your corny metaphors

About drugs and crack whores

You're a sucka

Word up for real

You wanna talk some sh*t money

Come talk it with the hands b

I ain't wastin' no more time with you

F**k this sh*t that's it