Fame (Going Crazy)

Lyrics

[Intro: Eminem] Ayo I know it's been a minute But we're back! Haha It's the return of the Dozen motherfuckers Let's go! [Chorus: Eminem] Fame I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh I'm gettin' lost in this game I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, woah Keep speakin' my name And then we'll have reason to hate me, yeah It's like you don't want me to win So this time, I'm goin' in [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] This the life of a rocker, Jägermeister and vodka Hopping off of the club's balcony into the crowd, surfing And when they drop me, I'm randomly socking fans Doin' my interviews in hockey masks, slapped a journalist on her ass I'm high off speed, driving my car at high speed Pocket full of weed while lesbians swallow E (Ha) I'm in the studio ign'ant, my engineer gon' call police I feel asleep on the soundboard, ain't did a song for weeks (What?) LSD be all up in my head, giving thanks for Grateful Dead (What?) Bussing in the air with thirty bitches up in my bed (Woah) I'm kickin' 'em out naked and it's December Niggas ask me why I did it, but fuck it, I can't remember [Chorus: Eminem] Fame I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh I'm gettin' lost in this game I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, woah Keep speakin' my name And then we'll have reason to hate me, yeah It's like you don't want me to win So this time, I'm goin' in [Verse 2: Kuniva] Them boys are wylin', drinkin', cussin' and hyper, smilin' (Yeah, fuck 'em) Been ridin' for days, tour bus look like Rikers Island (Yeah) Henny, Jack Daniels, spray paintin' a diehard fan (Pssh) Little Cocker Spaniel, fresh outta the damn zoo (Haha, uh) Man, you better be cautious, I'm backstage (Yeah, what up?) Livin' it up with a couple of sluts, feeling nauseous (What up? Ugh) From drinkin', it's been a couple of days since I've slept (Fuck) My dick is sore from fuckin', when I bust, it's nothing left (Uh) Just dust, back on the stage, gimme my microphone (Huh, yeah) Scrapping with the audience while we perform hyper songs (Bitch, what up?) Our label presented us with a plaque (Oh, what up?) Brought it on stage and bash it to pieces with aluminum bats, thanks! (Bitch) Now, which one of you bitches down for the cause? (Yeah) Yeah, I said my dick is sore, but I ain't say shit about my balls (Last call) Then we off to the next city (Yeah) Whatever I didn't drink on my rider, bag it up and take the rest with me [Chorus: Eminem] Fame I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh I'm gettin' lost in this game I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, woah Keep speakin' my name And then we'll have reason to hate me, yeah It's like you don't want me to win So this time, I'm goin' in [Verse 3: Eminem] Yeah, this game has got me goin' crazy Fuck it, I am crazy, what's new? What kind of fuckin' glue you think I'd be if I was glue? We lost Proof, he was our group's glue, but where was you When we were falling apart? You were shittin' on us too But no one but us knew we were beefing 'cause that's what happens When you beef with crew, it stays in your crew 'cause it's just crew But we're back now, yeah, we took our time, but our bond grew Only thing we're in a hurry for now is to rush you And we're back to say shit you don't got the guts or the nuts to Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, fuck you Achoo— "Bless you"; I'm allergic to pussy Sluts too, yeah, you think you're the shit 'til we flush you Had some bullshit to readjust to, now there's just a few Of us left, but it'd be unjust to rob us our just due So rest in peace to Bugz and Proof, this one's for you, homies, we love you But we can't stop now, we done had too much of our blood drew from this... [Chorus: Eminem] Fame I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh I'm gettin' lost in this game I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, woah Keep speakin' my name And then we'll have reason to hate me, yeah It's like you don't want me to win So this time, I'm goin' in [Outro: DJ Young Mase] It's the Return of the Dozen Volume Number 2 I go by the name of DJ Young Mase Welcome back Swifty McVay, Kon Artis, Kuniva Bizarre, Marshall Mathers Big Proof, the mayor forever And Fuzz Scoota, let's go! "You little scumbag! I got your name! I got your ass! You will not laugh! You will not cry! Now get up, get on your feet!"