Can I Bitch

(little girl)
I, I want to grow up toon
Poppa Marshall, will you tell us a bed time story?

Heeere we gooo
Now once upon a time not long ago
There was a little rapper about to blow
But his album came & it was not good
I think it went letter double pop a wood
So the silly little fans they were mislead
By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop head.

"Me & you clef we are going to make some cash
Grab the silver pain´t & let´s pain´t my ass".

Hey mister, would ya get a bear wa nista?
The ass-whippin I am about to add minister
To this ass-kissin little vagnal blista
Stan-abis, little Marshall Mathers sista
Annanis, corner, we´ve a mister
Not havin it it is the machinista
Dr. Evil with his bag of tricks for
This little antagonist bag of dick-suckin
Ex LL Cool Jay fan from Windsor
I am bout to murder little guinea fag Anista
You bastard, I aint want to have to diss ya
Canabis, where the f*ck you at I miss ya.

Can-a-bitch oh can-a-bitch where for art thou can-a-bitch?
Please tell me what happened with that style that you were rappin with?
Can-a-bitch oh can-a-bitch are you from Los Angeles
New York or just a janitor from Canada? Oh Can-a-bitch.

Now at 1st I aint really understand this shit
Picture me for a 2nd & imagine it
Chillin in a bat man chair an relaxin
When all a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanner
It is ´Can-a-bitch´ or some Stan lives shit
They creep me out at 1st man this is sick
But me being just a sick as conflict gets my dick harder than arithmetic
And I know how you jealous ones envy
I shoulda knew better from the 1st few letters you sent me
The 1st two letters you were
Tellin me shit like you respect me like any other regular MC
The 3rd letter you ask
How come I aint return none of the messages at Shady Records you left me?
The 4th Letter "Slim you really startin to upset me"
The 5th letter told me you were comin to get me
The 6th letter theres a bomb threat in our building
This crazy mother f*cker´s really tryin to kill me
So I went back & read the 1st few letters
That said some shit about a message you left
Oh shit that isn´t an "e" that is an "a"
This dude wants to leave me a massage he has gay
Right away I am on the phone with Dr. Dre
We got a bogey "Marshall I am on the way".

Can-a-bitch oh can-a-bitch where for art thou can-a-bitch?
Please tell me what happened with that style that you were rappin with?
Can-a-bitch oh can-a-bitch are you from Los Angeles
New York or just a janitor from Canada? Oh Can-a-bitch.

So in two 2nds flat Dre´s at my crib
Only thing´s we both know where this kid lives
And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship
Shit oh Dre wait a mintue that is it
All we´ve got to do is use a bit of turbo boost
We can fly over the border "Let´s go whoosh"
So we are off to Toronto & we are gainin speed
*Pfftt Arghh* What was that? Oh Jermaine Dupre f*ck It
Keep goin no time to waste
Wait backup hit him one more time in case (Okay)
F*ck now he has draggin under the car
Oh well only 30 more thousand miles
Meanwhile me & Dre are tryin to conversate
Just tryin to find a reason for the constant hatin
And tryin to figure out what happened to Jermaine propaine
"He could not have fell of that hard" aint no way.

"What happened to the way you was rappin
When you was scandalous then Canabis turned into a television evangelist?"

Plus he raps with his regular voice
*Pft, pft, pft, pft* "What was that?" (Pet Shop Boys)
So we pull up to the bridge where he last was spotted
His corpse was still movin but his ass was rotted
He kind of smelled a little like Courtney Love
I figured if I stick him with a fork he has done
So I stapped him twice kept jabbin christ
He won´t die this guy´s like a battered wife
He has like Kim he keeps comin back for more
But he won´t fight back I cracked his jaw
Hold up Bis quit foldin up
Punch me in the chest make my shoulders touch
Do somethin at least one punch line
Come on until the meter reads 9-9-9-tey-nine percent of my fans are blonde
Bis come on answer me man respond
Tell me bout the sun, rain, moon & stars
Intergalatic or metaphors from Mars
Raw to the floor raw like Resovoir dogs
Bite another line from Red Man´s song
Suddenly the stub of a dead man´s arm from a midget
Reaches out from under the car
It is JD, this motherf*cker won´t die neither
Dre starts sprayin him with cans of Ether *Sshhhh*
We stomped the bitch & then stopmed the bitch again
(Compton) Detroit Bitch talk some shit again
Stomp him (switch feet)
Stomp him (switch again)
Dre alright he has dead dawg quit kickin him
I think Stan-abis jumped off the bridge again (Arghhhhhh.....Damn!)
He disappeared yo he has gone he did it again.