Baby

One thousand different houses and Münchausen

I'ma make you wanna punch out some fuckin' one

"Ouch, what the fuck you hit me for?"

Screamed life as I punch counter

In bunches out of anger

I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown

Black hoodie with a scythe, shit

I laughed in his face, spit

Bitch gave me an extra life, like, "Take this

Now get your ass back in that game, bitch

Don't take shit

For granted, and don't take shit, give it"

Only bull you should take is by the horns

A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor

I ever last, pen is mightier than sword

Finish writing, then record, replenish, keep writing more

Nothing's riding on it but your pride

That's all you're fighting for

So you fight, scratch, you claw, backs to wall

No one was there to catch you fall

You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off

You grab your balls like they're gargantuan

And ask yourself how fuckin' bad you want it

Pull out your badge for whoopin' ass and flash it on 'em

Nobody's gonna back you in the corner, you're a hornet

No one's more ignorant than you, fuckin' four in the morning

You're at the laboratory

Stormin' like there's nothin' that's more important

Emcees, you better consider this a formal warnin'

You're in for it

Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain

And I told you, I smile every single time I saw your face?

I ain't finished, bitch, I meant, in half, oil the blades

Nobody wants to play

They say I'm a spoiled lil' baby, but

Nobody puts baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll fuckin' flip on ya

'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll fuckin' flip on ya

What goes through an addict's brain besides static pain

And Big Daddy Kane, breakbeats and words?

An erratic train

Of thought like splatter paint, scatter brain

Yeah, maybe that explains why you're back

But you don't rap the same (Yeah)

And you're lookin' way thinner

'Cause your hunger got you lookin' like

They took away your dinner (Chicka)

Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar-coat a fuckin' booger though

Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat

When you say you're a (Chicka) what? (Chicka)

Now fling that bitch form your fingertips

Hope it lands on another rap singer's lips

Who can't think of shit, anything of wit

That's interesting to spit, yo

Who's king of this fuckin' English lit?

Let your middle fingers flip on each hand while extendin' the shit

How low can you go?  Lower than Chuck D, ho

Hear the bassiness in my voice?

Rocky's back, where my Adrians?

Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius

I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots

To rap

I'm not a man, I'm a weapon

Who just happened to be a rapper

Who just happened to be on the crapper

When it happened, I had an epiphany in the bathroom

I'd never be the same after

Now I'm back with an appetite

For destruction and a fuckin' recipe for disaster

So let's eat, 'cause I'm famished

Every deed is a dastardly one

Evilest bastard, even you askin' for me to be polite

To people's like me havin' my teeth pulled

Nobody puts baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll fuckin' flip on ya

'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll fuckin' flip on ya

So step inside of a dimension demented

Side of a mind that's like an inside of an engine

While I multiply your undivided attention

But be reminded, if I didn't mention

I lose my mind and my temper

You'll be the first one who finds him offensive

Got him climbin' the fences, lost some time to addiction

But look up rhyme in the dictionary, I'm in the picture

Eminem is the synonym for it, I'm an enigma

Fuck it, let's get to the meatballs

I'm gonna skip the veg and potatoes

Edumacator (They are)

Shit, legends are made of, spit treacherous data

Shit that you wouldn't say to your worst enemy

This wretched is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada

Then combine 'em with Method Man and Redman

With methamphetamines in each left hand

In each right is a sledgehammer

In pajamas, standin' in front of a webcam

Beatin' themselves in the head till Russell lets him off Def Jam

Maybe I need my head examed

Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb

Hangin' from his ceiling, drippin' with a bed pan

I need meds, swear to God, 'cause if I go off the edge

T.I. ain't talkin' me off the ledge, man

Heart-throb that'll fart, ah, nah

More like a smart slob, part blob that'll stab you with a sharp object

To the heart and leave claw marks all over the Walmart walls

Little baby with large balls

Fuck mud slingin', I'm blood flingin'

There's nothing on this fuckin' Earth better than bein'

The king of the playground

I hate the swings, but I love bein' an underdog

'Cause when I'm pushed, I end up swingin' (Ah)

Nobody puts baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll fuckin' flip on ya

'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner

I'm only tryna warn ya

'Cause that baby gets mad and gets to throwin' a tantrum

He'll fuckin' flip on ya