Fattest Skinny Kid Alive

[Intro]
To the Batmobile, let's go
Yo, Manix man, I'ma take this one kinda slow, alright?

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Welcome to the flipside
Hope he can swim, 'cause if he can't, he gonna drown in a riptide
It's pourin', plus the old man ain't snoring
'Cause you gotta get up pretty damn early in the morning
'Cause I'm slammin' like Basketball Jones
Slippin' out chrome for messin' with the break bones
You suckers disgust me like low fat
Gimme a bat and I'll show you where your head's at
Tryna hit the row when you paddles, you little Bocce
I think you better stay home and eat your broccoli
'Cause you still got a long ways to go
So you better step off, 'cause you picked the wrong Joe
You ain't ready to throw with the mighty man
And don't forget about the rest of the band
So you better get used to the shrine
'Cause I'll be rappin' as long as I can write rhymes
These rhymes are hand-craft like pottery
To make you see so many stars, you'd think you studyin' astrology
You wanted to live so tell about what you went through
You couldn't cut the mustard if I gave you a Ginsu

[Scratching]

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Quickly, step to the side 'cause I'm coming through
And do so much flippin', they call me W&W
So how could you think you outdid me?
While I'm still gettin' rid of waste quicker than a kidney
Steppin' to a rabbit is stupid when you're a turtle
Did you know you couldn't even blow a rhyme in a circle
Little kiddies are getting a bit too frolicky
Throwing me rhymes more sorry than an apology
Test me to talking you right up please
Let me give it the proper operation that it needs
So allow me to put a end to weak melody
Need it for suckers like peanut butter and celery
Friends in the zone with the words that I kick with ease
And leave with the face black feelin' like a Pekinese
And light up your set like Cheers
My mouth more tooth than a sharp pair of shears
And given that, I could love to chop to it
You remember the day you rhymes with the fools
Then you'll know what it's like to take a nosedive
Beat by the fattest skinny kid alive!

[Break: Eminem]
A'ight, we're gonna break it down for a second, and I'ma catch my breath
And I'ma let Butteh Fingiz go off on a scratch for a minute
Dude, Butteh Fingiz, when I give you the cue; come up with that funky-ass-diculous-dope scratch
Go for it

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Yeah, let me show you how the big boys play
Thinking 'bout us bustin' out into the fat girl on a Wednesday
While I grab the steel and put you through an ordeal
So kneel before me or fear who's more real
I'll make the best rhyme, look up there's a plaque
Start flowin' so much, I'll be in need of a maxi pad
It went so fast, my pen'll yell at me
Did so many drugs, my song will be a felony
How'd he ever get the nerve to confront me?
Well shit, that's what you get for being clumsy
Get more steppin' up, figure the competition
I got more jerks in my basement than you have twitches
Must you all get played out like Batman
Warped like Pager, crushed by the Fatman
And I takeover like a gossip
Blowin' 'em out so fast, I swear their name was proportion
Smooth as whipped cream but rough as a callous
So I'ma losing it, call me Mr. Malice
With a soul intent for destruction
One more hit for the Downstairs Productions

[Outro]
The fattest skinny kid alive
The fattest skinny kid alive
The fattest skinny kid alive
The fattest skinny kid alive