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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eminem
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
Mark Batson
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Dawaun Parker
Songwriter
Joel Whitley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Aw man, yeah
You ever be in the club, man?
You get in a fight
And people you don't even know jump in
[Verse 2]
You feel like you wanna hit
Something your fist clenches
You're pissed, you just wanna get someone
Well, shit jump on this, you're 'bout to get your shit pushed in
I'm just inches away, I'm splitting your shit wide open
No stitches can save, you'll die with your eyes open
You hope this isn't the way you end up going out
But I guess just as I'm afraid, razors, scissors, and blades
Make Jason say isn't this great, aw look, there's participating
This ass kicking debate that's starting to take place
In the middle of the street
Little did you know there'd be an all out brawl
Soon as you heard this beat
Emergency personnel rush to the murder scene but it's too late
It's absolute pandemonium rushed away in an ambulance is your fate
Nothing nobody told you when you left your house today
Could of made you anticipate such an ass whipping
Okay, till the anger dissipates, you get punched in the face, reciprocate
[Verse 3]
So what the deal, Ridaz?
Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts?
My balls are feeling mighty big now
I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches
[Verse 4]
I said, so what the deal, Ridaz?
Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts?
My balls are feeling mighty big now
I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches
[Verse 5]
You step in a place with enough misplaced anger to catch a case
Anxious to get in some shit got your gangsters all with your ladies
You better go get your mace 'cause Shady said so
You may wanna pick up the radio and bang it against your face
That's a fucking lighter you feel
Now do you still wanna grill?
If you don't wanna get your shit beat outta you, chill
'Cause if you doubt me you will, yeah, got me a pill, found me a thrill
I got a couple of drinks here and I'm bound to refill
Girl, howdy, how do you feel, ma?
This cock sucker did not spill my drink
Oh hell nah, he must be tryna kill my buzz, I will not budge
So what the deal, Ridaz?
Now here they all come and they got your back in like two seconds flat
And that's probably a record, yeah
You wasn't expecting that 'cause they weren't an army yet
There's a cognac bottle
We snuck it in 'cause the beer they was serving here was only tapped
I'm biting, I fight dirty, you might get kicked in the nuts
You fighting like this guy might hurt me
Your quite certain he's nuts
I've hit myself in the face harder, play smarter
You may start a rumble or you need a chainsaw
To dig your way out of, go powder your nose, pussy
The louder you yell the more I slap the shit outta you hoes
You said it all, faggots, so now how do you suppose
We settle it, hit me in the nose and see how it goes
[Verse 6]
So what the deal, Ridaz?
Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts?
My balls are feeling mighty big now
I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches
[Verse 7]
I said, so what the deal, Ridaz?
Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts?
My balls are feeling mighty big now
I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches
[Verse 8]
It's sheer hustle, I bob, weave, deflate your beer muscles
We are tussled and the crowd starting to cheer us
And adrenalin's rushing through us just like a geyser gushing
Too much Budweiser in my blood
I'm strangling you, we fight for nothing
My signatures, look at your marks, look at your all big with your remarks
As I swing an ice pick at your heart
At least that's what it feels like when I pick you apart
And dig at you and break you down
Like the bitch that you are
The predicament starts when I throw a brick at your car
The pain inflicted upon you is so sick, it's bizarre
Shit, this is almost ridiculous, it did get this far
As having me want to rip out your fricken ligaments, ah
You hit like a bitch, you scratch me with your nails
For that you catch an open hand, slap like a female
Like bap, in fact I'll have the crowd smacking you themselves
Where's D12, I don't feel like doing this by myself
[Verse 9]
So what the deal, Ridaz?
Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts?
My balls are feeling mighty big now
I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches
[Verse 10]
I said, so what the deal, Ridaz?
Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts?
My balls are feeling mighty big now
I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches
[Verse 11]
Yeah, what the deal?
I'm feeling hard as hell right now, homie
I almost feel invincible and shit
Hey Dre, you got me feeling like I can't be touched right now, fool
I'm unstoppable, damn
Written by: A. Young, Andre Romell Young, Dawaun W. Parker, Joel Thomas Whitley, Mark Batson, Marshall Mathers