Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
 But I'm only going to get this one chance
 Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
 Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
 If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble – big trouble –
 And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances
 You were just what the doctor ordered
 Chorus:
 I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
 All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
 Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox?
 They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot
 But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
 I got a laptop in my back pocket
 My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
 Got a fat knot from that rap profit
 Made a living and a killing off it
 Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
 With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
 I'm an MC still as honest
 But as rude and indecent as all hell
 Syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
 This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
 You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
 Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
 And at the exact same time
 I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
 I'll still be able to break a motherf**kin' table
 Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
 Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
 How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
 Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxipad
 It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
 While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as
 Chorus:
 I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
 All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
 Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox?
 Let me show you maintaining this sh*t ain't that hard, that hard
 Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
 Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
 Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
 Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
 MC's get taken to school with this music
 Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
 Now I lead a new school full of students
 Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
 - W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
 Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
 To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherf**kin' Rock n'
 Roll Hall of Fame
 Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
 Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
 On the wall of shame
 You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
 Off of planking, tell me what in the f**k are you thinking?
 Little gay looking boy
 So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy
 You witnessing a massacre
 Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
 Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say looking boy
 You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
 And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy
 Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?
 I got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy
 I'mma work for everything I have
 Never ask nobody for sh*t, get outta my face looking boy
 Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
 To keep up with the same pace looking boy
 Chorus:
 I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
 All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
 The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
 Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
 Kneel before General Zod this planet's Kryp
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Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
 But I'm only going to get this one chance
 Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
 Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
 If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble – big trouble –
 And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances
 You were just what the doctor ordered
 Chorus:
 I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
 All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
 Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox?
 They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot
 But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
 I got a laptop in my back pocket
 My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
 Got a fat knot from that rap profit
 Made a living and a killing off it
 Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
 With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
 I'm an MC still as honest
 But as rude and indecent as all hell
 Syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
 This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
 You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
 Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
 And at the exact same time
 I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
 I'll still be able to break a motherf**kin' table
 Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
 Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
 How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
 Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxipad
 It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
 While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as
 Chorus:
 I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
 All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
 Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox?
 Let me show you maintaining this sh*t ain't that hard, that hard
 Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
 Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
 Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
 Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
 MC's get taken to school with this music
 Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
 Now I lead a new school full of students
 Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
 - W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
 Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
 To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherf**kin' Rock n'
 Roll Hall of Fame
 Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
 Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
 On the wall of shame
 You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
 Off of planking, tell me what in the f**k are you thinking?
 Little gay looking boy
 So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy
 You witnessing a massacre
 Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
 Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say looking boy
 You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
 And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy
 Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?
 I got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy
 I'mma work for everything I have
 Never ask nobody for sh*t, get outta my face looking boy
 Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
 To keep up with the same pace looking boy
 Chorus:
 I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
 All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
 The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
 Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
 Kneel before General Zod this planet's Kryp