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[in a high falsetto voice]
Uncle Marshall!
Will you tell us a bedtime story?
[regular voice]
Here we go...
Now once upon a time not long ago
There was a little rapper about to blow
But his album came and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper wood
So the silly little fans they were mislead
By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop head
" Me and you, ´Clef, we´re gonna make some cash
Grab the silver paint and let´s paint my ass"
Hey mister, would ya care to bare witness to
The ass-whippin´ I´m about to administer
To this ass-kissin´ little vaginal blister
Stanabis, little Marshall Mathers´ sister
And in this corner, we have the mister
Not havin´ it, it´s the mad sinister
Dr. Evil with his bag of tricks for
this little antagonist faggot dick-suckin´
Ex-LL Cool J fan from Windsor
I´m ´bout to murder little Kenny fag Keniff-sta
You bastard I ain´t wanna have to diss ya
Canabis, where the fuck you at? I miss ya!
[Chorus]
Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch
Where for art thou Can-i-bitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin´ with
Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh Can-i-bitch
Now at first I ain´t really understand the shit
Picture me for a second and imagine it
Chillin´ in the Bat-Mansion and relaxin´
When all a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanners
It´s Can-i-bitch on some " Stan Lives" shit
It creeped me out at first. Man this is sick
For me, being just a sick, this conflict
Gets my dick harder than arithmetic
And I know how you jealous ones envy
I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me
The first two letters you were tellin´ me shit
Like you respect me, like any other regular MC
The third letter you ask how come I ain´t return
None of the messages at Shady Records you left me
The fourth letter: " Slim, you really startin´ to upset me!"
The fifth letter told me you were comin´ to get me
The sixth letter there´s a bomb threat in our building
This crazy motherfucker´s really tryin´ to kill me!
So I went back and read the first few letters that said
Some shit about a message you left
Oh shit, that´s not an " E" that´s an " A"
This dude wants to leave me a " massage," he´s gay!!
Right away I´m on the phone with Dr. Dre
We got a bogey! ( Marshall I´m on the way)
[Chorus]
Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch
Where for art thou Can-i-bitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin´ with
Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh Can-i-bitch
So in two seconds flat Dre´s at my crib
The funny thing is we both know where this kid lives
And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship
Shit. Oh Dre, wait a mintue that´s it
All we gotta do is use a bit of turbo boost
We can fly over the border " Let´s go" [WOOSH!]
So we´re off to Toronto and we´re gainin´ speed
[BOOSH!] ( What was that? Oh) Jermaine Dupri
Fuck It, keep goin´ no time to waste
Wait, backup hit him one more time in case
Okay . . fuck now he´s draggin´ under the car
Oh well, only 30 more thousand miles
Meanwhile me and Dre are tryin´ to conversate
Just tryin´ to find a reason for the constant hate
And tryin´ to figure out what happened to ´Germaine Propaine´
" He couldn´t have fell off that hard" Ain´t no way
" What happened to the way you was rappin´ when you was scandalous
That Canibus turned into a television evangelist"
Plus he raps with his regular voice [BOOSH! BOOSH!]
[BOOSH! BOOSH!] ( 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 kinda smelled a little like Courtney Love
I figure if I stick him with a fork he´s done
So I stabbed him twice, kept jabbin´, Christ
He won´t die, this guy´s like a battered wife
He´s 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 punchline
C´mon till the meter reads 9-9-9-
ty-nine percent of my fans are blonde
´Bis c´mon answer me man respond!
Tell me ´bout the sun rain moon and stars
Intergalatical metaphors from Mars!
Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs
Bite another line from Redman´s song!
Suddenly the stub from a dead man´s arm
From a midget reaches out from under the car
It´s JD, this motherfucker won´t die neither
Dre starts sprayin´ him with cans of ether
We stomped the bitch and then stopmed the bitch again
( Compton!) Detroit bitch! Talk some shit again!
Stomp him! ( switch feet) Stomp him! ( switch again!)
Dre alright he´s dead dog, quit kickin him!
I think Stanabis jumped off the bridge again ( Damn)
He disappeared yo he´s gone he did it again
[Chorus]
Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch
Where for art thou Can-i-bitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin´ with
Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh Can-i-bitch
Mias moi aussi je boss!