Girl I think you AZ Lyrics By Eminem

(You don't own me, don't try to change me)

Nah man, not quite finished yet.

Girl I think you just might of tried to pull a mo'fuckin' fast one I'm mad

You just hurt my goddamn feeling, and that was the last one I had

Does this look like an arcade, tryin' to play games, see this saw blade

See the silhouette, of a stalker, in your walkway, better cooperate

Or get sauteed, and rotisseried, while you're hog-tied

MC's get so quiet, you can hear a mo'fuckin' dog whistle when I walk by

Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy

I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat it like a mogwai

'Cause it will turn into a gremlin, and run over kids women and men

Vnnn-vnnn motor's so big, you can fit a midget in his engine

Bitch, give me them digits, why you cringin',

not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin

Will I spend spend, even ten cents on you, since when

Do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty penny

Shit, if I think a penny's pretty

Just imagine how beautiful a quarter is to me

Eenie-meenie-miney-mo, catch an Eskimo by his toe,

while he's trying to roll a snowball

But don't make him lose his cool,

if he hollers better let him go ya'll, 'cause

(You don't own me) Now here we go go go

Get up baby get a move on, like a U-Haul,

you can rack your brain like pool balls

You won't ever think of this shit, yeah honey, you called

Well here I come, Havoc on the beat, I wreak it,

evil I see hear and speak it

Lady put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shit

Put your eggs in the same basket,

you can count every mo'fuckin' chicken 'fore it hatches

'Cause, you can bet your ass that, we gone get it crackin'

Like the Kraken and Titans, when they're clashin',

get your brains bashed in

So bad you gon' have Kurt Cobain askin',

to autograph a bloodstained napkin

Unfashionable and 'bout as rational, as a rash on a fag's asshole

Now let's take that line run it up the flag pole with Elton

See if he's cool with it, don't stand there and look stupid at

Me bitch, I ain't in the mood for this shit,

get my dick, Google it till it pops up

Ya'll are so motherfuckin' full of shit that you've stopped up

Me, I'm always shittin' diarrhea of the mouth,

till your speakers crap out, *fart* Ohp what

Girl you got a hot butt like a lit cigarette, "Chik-Chigarette"

But you won't get a hot fudge Sundae from me,

so do not strut my waiy slut, because

(You don't own me) Now here we go go go

And now that I got your panties in a bunch, and your bowels in an uproar

I'ma show you why I came, so you stop askin' me what the fuck for

Now look you little slut cunt whore, I know you want more

Bitch it's time to put the math back in the Mathers,

'cause I'm a fuckin' problem, run boy

Every flow got it mastered, so every last word that you fuckin' fags heard

Comes straight from the fishes ass, yeah in other words I'm a bass-turd

Lookin' at me like I killed Kenny, gas in the tank yeah still plenty

No morals are instilled in me, so remorse I really don't feel any

Eat your heart out Hannibal,

understandable why you're jealous, fuck an animal

I got cannibal magnetism, can't resist him now, can ya hoe

Shady I don't understand your flow,

understand my flow, bitch I flow like Troy

Polamalu's hair boy, don't you dare try to follow or compare boy

I'm raw, you ain't even medium rare, stay the fuck outta my hair boy

You can look, you can stare point,

but you can't touch, I'm too clairvoyant

I don't get it man is there a void, all this weak shit, what am I steroids

Well bitch I'm back, with some shit for that ass, and your trunk,

elephant hemorrhoids, and remember boys

(You don't own me) Now here we go go go

Thank you for coming out

Hope you enjoyed the show

Till next time

Haha

Peace