Paul, yo, um
So I got your message, I wish you would answer the f*ckin' phone
Um
Turn right
No, I don't plan to reply to everybody who f*ckin' says something f*cked up about me
But I will say this, I was reading some comments last night about, like
What people are f*ckin' saying about Revival
And, uh
Yo, this Yahoo mother f*cker, whatever the f*ck his name is
Said I, literally said I rhymed "rhymes" with "chimes"
"Sucker free, confidence high
Such a breeze when I pen rhymes"
Like, you don't understand I'm rhyming the entire f*ckin' sentence you f*ckin' moron
It's my fault 'cause you're f*ckin' stupid
But I swear to God this motherf*cker lives in Michigan and I think I figured out his address
And I'm on my way to his f*ckin' house right now
Turn left
I'll hit you back later
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Paul, yo, um
So I got your message, I wish you would answer the f*ckin' phone
Um
Turn right
No, I don't plan to reply to everybody who f*ckin' says something f*cked up about me
But I will say this, I was reading some comments last night about, like
What people are f*ckin' saying about Revival
And, uh
Yo, this Yahoo mother f*cker, whatever the f*ck his name is
Said I, literally said I rhymed "rhymes" with "chimes"
"Sucker free, confidence high
Such a breeze when I pen rhymes"
Like, you don't understand I'm rhyming the entire f*ckin' sentence you f*ckin' moron
It's my fault 'cause you're f*ckin' stupid
But I swear to God this motherf*cker lives in Michigan and I think I figured out his address
And I'm on my way to his f*ckin' house right now
Turn left
I'll hit you back later
So I got your message, I wish you would answer the f*ckin' phone
Um
Turn right
No, I don't plan to reply to everybody who f*ckin' says something f*cked up about me
But I will say this, I was reading some comments last night about, like
What people are f*ckin' saying about Revival
And, uh
Yo, this Yahoo mother f*cker, whatever the f*ck his name is
Said I, literally said I rhymed "rhymes" with "chimes"
"Sucker free, confidence high
Such a breeze when I pen rhymes"
Like, you don't understand I'm rhyming the entire f*ckin' sentence you f*ckin' moron
It's my fault 'cause you're f*ckin' stupid
But I swear to God this motherf*cker lives in Michigan and I think I figured out his address
And I'm on my way to his f*ckin' house right now
Turn left
I'll hit you back later
Writer: Marshall Mathers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group