Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent & Embis & Nate Dogg & DJ Khaled & Eminem] /Special Special Special Special Special Delivery/ See the problem is I speak to suburban kids who otherwise would've never knew these words exist Cuz moms never would of gave 2 squirts of piss Till I created so much motherfuckin' turpulence- (Hold up) My dear ninja, I'm about to crash [They ain't believe in us, God did] {Jessica Simpson sing the chorus} [Chorus: Charmagne Tripp & Eminem & DJ Khaled] When you walked through the door (Woo!) It was clear to me (Clear to me) [We the Best Music] You're the one they adore [Another One] Who they came to see (Who they came to see) You're a rock star (Baby) (Yeah) Everybody wants you (Everybody wants you) Player, who can really blame you? (Who can really blame you?) We're the ones who made you [Verse: Eminem & Fat Joe] Ahem, back by popular demand Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand? How does it feel? Is it fantastic? Is it grand? Well, look at all the massive masses in the stands "Shady, man, no, don't massacre the fans!" Damn, I think Kim Kardashian's a man She stomped him, just 'cause he asked to put his hands (Ow) On her- (Yeah Khaled I see you nigga Uh uh uh uh)