Eminem Follow

(*Prod. by Dr. Dre)

[Intro:]
Yeaah boy!
You better ring the alarm, boy!
Them know what's coming boy!
Buck! Buck, buck!
Hahaa!
Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah!

[Verse 1:]
Oh my God! Fucking Bomboclat; I'm hard as Kenard,
The little boy who shot Omar in "The Wire".
Tie a whore up with barbed wire, nothing but a broad boy,
I'm the real deal and char-broiler on the bonfire!
And "Bon Voyáge" bitch, I'm like Chef Boyar-...
... -dee in this bitch; send a bomb to my mom's lawyer!
I'm a problem for ya! Boy you think your Tom Sawyer,
'Til I pull you out the fucking story book and stomp on ya!
Fucking fictitional characters and fariytales,
Prepare yourself for "Captain America" on ferris-wheels!
But it ain't fiction; it's fact boy; beware it's real!

"Mr.-Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants-Parasail",
Or hit the trampoline bounce and grab a pair of stilts!
And I ain't wearing zilch! - Zip, zero, nothing, no na-da!
Like your fa-tha; fucking ya ma-da!

[Chorus:]
DROP - THE BOMB ON 'EM! {jigg-it}
Please don't drop the bomb on me!
Shady please! - Please don't drop the bomb on me!
DROP - THE BOMB ON 'EM!
I don't want no dog gon' beef,
You see? - Ain't no reason to set the dogs on me! {jigg-it}
DROP - THE BOMB ON 'EM!
Please don't drop the bomb on me!
Shady please! - Please don't drop the bomb on me! {jigga, jigg-it}
DROP - THE BOMB ON 'EM!
I don't want no dog gon' beef,
You see? - Ain't no reason to set the dogs on me! {jigg-it}

[Verse 2:]
Boy, I'm the real McCoy, you little boys can't even fill voids,
Party's over kids, kill the noise, here come the kill-joys!

That scalp cowboys; now how that sound for ya?
Yeah, boy! You know we about to put it down for ya,
So kick your shoes off, before you have a sound voyage!
And "siyanara", see ya fuckers tommorow!
Get some R and R and marinate in some marinara!
And have a coke and a smile, don't make me open a jar,
Whip ass on ya, that's the last straw your hoping to draw!
Yeah, you fresher than most boy, I'm just doper than all boy,
I'm that boy, boy! Them boys them no up to par!
I just show up go up to the stage and blow up the spot,
There ain't no boy who can do what I do; boy I'm a star!
Boy, I told you boy, I'm a "Soldier Boy", I'm "DeShaun
Holton" in this bitch! I'm the "Proof" boy, you're a fraud!
I destroy you boy! Fuck around and blow ya to Sod
Oh, my God boy! You didn't go there, no you did not!
I got a whole story board for you, boy your da plot,
You're gettin' got whether you try to avoid it or not!
Apology? - Not accepted boy, Detroit is a rock,
We get to beefing, ain't no telling at what point it will stop!
All I got to do is point to the spot, when the bomb drops
Boy does it drop and when it does boy there's a prob-lem!

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Verse 3:]
Boy don't jinx yourself! Boy, I'm Michael Spinks with the belt,
Stringer bell boy; my name "Rings Bells" for itself!
I'm sick as hell boy! You better run and tell someone else,
Bringin' hell boy! Singin' telegrams and get dealt
And to that boy who done said it, who said he was better,
I bet he never seen "Freddy" in a black and red little sweater!
Back better than ever, the chedder shredder the grater
The beef grinder! I'll settle vendettas a little later!
Giving haters incubators, think ya made a mistake
By saying: "Shady was ghost! " I ain't even close to the gate!
You 'bout a foot in the grave, stay put and behave
I'm bout to turn this fucking place to Beirut in a day!
So hey! - Wouldn't you say I'm the shit; couldn't agree
With ya more fuel to say to my fucking shit doesn't stink? !
Shady-fuckin'-Aftermath boy the ship doesn't sink
It just floats int he fucking water, 'til we fill up the tank!

[Repeat Chorus:]

(*Prod. by Dr. Dre)