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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eminem
Eminem
Vocals
Lesley Gore
Lesley Gore
Sampled Artist
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Dave White Tricker
Dave White Tricker
Songwriter
John Madara
John Madara
Songwriter
Michael Crawford
Michael Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eminem
Eminem
Mixing Engineer
Havoc
Havoc
Producer
Magnedo7
Magnedo7
Co-Producer
Chris "Trife" Patilis
Chris "Trife" Patilis
Assistant Engineer
Joe Strange
Joe Strange
Assistant Engineer
Kal "Boogie" Dellaportas
Kal "Boogie" Dellaportas
Recording Engineer
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(You don't own me)
Nah, man, not quite finished yet
(I'm not just one of your many toys)
Haha, woo
[Verse 2]
Girl, I think you just might've tried to pull a motherfuckin' fast one, I'm mad
You just hurt my goddamn feeling and that was the last one I had
Does this look like an arcade? Tryna play games? See this saw blade?
See this silhouette of a stalker in your walkway? Better cooperate
Or get sauteed and rotisseried while you're hog-tied
MC's get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy
I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat it like a Mogwai
'Cause it will turn into a Gremlin and run over kids, women, and men
Vrinn-vrinn, motor so big, you can fit a midget in his engine
Bitch, give me them digits, why you cringin'? Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin
Will I spend-spend even ten cents on you, since when?
Do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty penny? Shit, if I think a penny's pretty
Just imagine how beautiful a quarter is to me, eenie-meenie-miney-mo
Catch an Eskimo by his toe while he's tryna roll a snowball (You don't own me)
But don't make him lose his cool, if he hollers, better let him go, yo (I'm not just one of your many toys)
'Cause
[Verse 3]
(You don't own me)
Now there we go, go, go
[Verse 4]
Get up, baby, get a move on like a U-Haul, you can rack your brain
Like pool balls, you won't ever think of this shit, yeah, honey, you called?
Well, here I come, Havoc on the beat, I wreak it, evil I see
Hear and speak it, lady, put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shit
Put your eggs in the same basket, you can count every motherfuckin' chicken
'Fore it hatches 'cause you can bet your ass that we gonna get it crackin'
Like the Kraken and Titans when they're clashin', get your brains bashed in
So bad, you will have Kurt Cobain askin' to autograph a bloodstained napkin
Unfashionable and 'bout as rational as a rash on a fag's asshole
Now let's take that line, run it up the flagpole with Elton
See if he's cool with it, don't stand there and look stupid at me, bitch
I ain't in the mood for this shit, get my dick, Google it
Till it pops up, y'all are so motherfuckin' full of shit that you're stopped up
Me, I'm always shittin' diarrhea of the mouth till your speakers crap out
Huh, what?
Girl, you got a hot butt like a lit cigarette (Chig-chigga-ret-ret)
But you won't get a hot fudge sundae from me so do not strut my way, slut, because
[Verse 5]
You don't own me
Now there we go, go, go
[Verse 6]
And now that I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an uproar
I'ma show you why I came, so you stop askin' me, "What the fuck for?"
Now look you little slut, cunt, whore, I know you want more
Bitch, it's time to put the math back into Mathers 'cause I'm a fuckin' problem, run, boy
Every flow, got it mastered so every last word that you fuckin' fags heard
Comes straight from the fish's ass, yeah, in other words, I'm a bass-turd
Lookin' at me like I killed Kenny, gas in the tank, yeah, still plenty
No morals are instilled in me, so remorse, I really don't feel any
Eat your heart out, Hannibal, understandable why you're jealous
Fuck an animal, I got cannibal magnetism, can't resist him now, can you, ho?
"Shady, I don't understand your flow," understand my flow? Bitch, I flow
Like Troy Polamalu's hair, boy, don't you dare try to follow or compare, boy
I'm raw, you ain't even medium-rare, stay the fuck outta my hair, boy
You can look, you can stare and point, but you can't touch, I'm too clairvoyant
I don't get it, man, is there a void? All this weak shit, what am I, steroids?
Well, bitch, I'm back with some shit for that ass and your trunk, elephant hemorrhoids
And remember, boys
[Verse 7]
You don't own me
Now there we go, go, go
[Verse 8]
Thank you for coming out
Hope you enjoyed the show
Till next time (Haha)
Peace
Written by: David White Tricker, Marshall B. Mathers III, John Madara, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Michael Crawford
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