[Verse 1]
One thousand different houses and Münchausen
I'mma make you wanna punch out some fucking one, ouch
What the fuck'd you hit me for, scream life as I punch counter
And bunches out of anger, I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hood 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 everlast, 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 fucking bad you want it
Pull out your pass for whooping ass
And flash it on 'em, nobody's gonna back you in the corner, you're a hornet
No one's more ignorant then you fucking four in the morning
You're at the laboratory, storming like there's nothing that's more important
MC's you better consider this a formal warning, 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 little baby, but

Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum, he'll fuckin' flip on ya

[Verse 2]
What goes through an addict's brain? Besides static pain
And Big Daddy Kane, break, beats 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
And you're looking way thinner cause your hunger got you lookin'
Like they took away dinner, Sugar Ray Leonard
Wouldn't sugar coat a fucking booger though
Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a *Jugga, what? Jugga*
Now fling that bitch from your fingertips
I hope it lands on another rap singers lips who can't think of shit
Anything of with that's interesting to spit
Who's king of this fucking English lit?
Let your middle fingers flip on each hand, whilst extending this shit
How low can you go, lower then Chuck D ho
Hear the bass of this in my voice, Rocky's back, where's my Adrian
Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots of rap, not a man, I'm a weapon
Who just happened to be a rapper who just happen 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 apper-
-tite for destruction the fuckin' recipe for disaster
So let's eat cause I'm famished, every deed is a dastardly one
Evil it's past it, even you asking for me to be po-
-lite to people is like me having my teeth pulled

Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum, he'll fuckin' flip on ya

[Verse 3]
So step inside of dimension, the demented side of a mind
That's like the inside of an engine, while I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded that if I didn't mention, I lose my mind and my temper
You'll be the first one who finds him offensive
Got him climbing the fences, lost some time to addiction
But look up rhyme in the dictio-nary, I'm in the picture
Eminem is the synonym for it, I'm an enigma
Fuck it, let's get to the meat balls, I'm gonna skip the
Veg and potatoes, edumacator
They are shit legends are made of, spit treachreous data
Shit that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretchedness is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
And combine 'em with Method Man and Redman with meth-
-amphetamines in his left hand and in his right there's a sledgehammer
And pajamas, standing in front of a webcam
Beating himself in the head, 'til Russell lets him off Def Jam
Maybe I need my head examined, Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb
Hanging from his ceiling dripping with a bed pan
I need meds, swear to God, cause if I go
Off the edge, T.I. ain't talking me off a ledge man
Heart throb at a fart, ah, nah, more like a smart slob
Part blob, that'll stab you with a sharp ob-
-ject to the heart and leave claw marks
All over the Wal-Mart walls, little baby with large balls
Fuck mud slinging, I'm blood flinging
There's nothing on this fucking earth better then being a king
Of the playground, I hate the swings but I love being the underdog
Cause when I'm pushed, I end up swinging up

Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only trying to warn ya
Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwing a tantrum, he'll fuckin' flip on ya

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