"Boys and girls... this is a broadcast brought to you by...
some real ghetto Detroit sh*t..."
I tried to come up with a speech that heat seeks
In a mans last stand with a heart that beats week
Who each week turns on the tube to sneak peek
And see the same dude on a screen in repeats (so)
Consider every word that I spit
Every song on my albums a movie and this is the pilot
You`re forced to eat rhymes and this a mere chapter of skills
And here after you`ll feel the FEAR FACTOR
A lone diver in flows and more liver in shows
With eye of the tiger like SURVIVOR
You seen it all before I just inherit the title emcee
Now it`s me your new AMERICAN IDOL
Without all of the bull or me in a seat rhyming
I`ll f**k Paula Abdul and beat the sh*t out of Simon
I`m not your BIG BROTHER I`m JOE MILLIONAIRE
With your b*tch throwing hundred dollar bills in the air
Back to life (hey yo I gotta take it)
Back to reality (yeah)
Back to the here and now (uh)
Back to life (I gotta bring it)
Back to reality (so I gotta take it)
Back to the here and now (uh)
See I gotta change the channel in rap take it back as a hole
One of these rappers try to act as THE MOLE
Just an AVERAGE JOE or just a JACKASS
Probably a BACHELOR with QUEER EYE for straight ass
I`m no APPRENTICE I landed a DREAM JOB
In a scene where each mob on the streets with teams rob
We don`t live A SIMPLE LIFE we live by ROAD RULES
TIL DEATH DO US PART and the tools are old school
f**k ELIMIDATE I should start elimi-fake emcee
Who`s career is just 1 big mistake cuz
This is the REAL WORLD where you watch from cheap seats
WEAKEST LINK`s get killed over beats and defeats
2 of the best died they don`t find no murder weapon
No suspects no TAXI CAB CONFESSION
No search star killers the faces glazed over
This entire case needs an EXTREME MAKEOVER (what)
"Don`t touch that dial... we`ll be right back after these messages...
you dirty filthy ass nasty son of a b*tch..."
(I gotta bring it)
I`m hot I don`t stop when I`m taking a stand
And keep my pockets Puffy like I`m MAKING THE BAND
Won`t be no TRADING SPACES or even A CHANGE OF HEART
I don`t use SCARE TACTICS I`ll tear you apart
This is reality to make it though BOOTCAMP
WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE with a pocket of food stamps
YOU GOTTA SEE THIS for THIRTY SECONDS OF FAME
AMERICA`S MOST WANTED try and step in this game
They water down the show with these hooks that just rival
Ozzy OSBOURNE`S speech when he needs a sub-title
I`m not in it for fame or even the props
If I wasn`t ripping mics you could find me on COPS
Being chased by hands of fans for autographs
And police who say I left them a trail of bloodbath
For killing instrumentals from snares & kicks now
To guitars & licks arrested and thrown in THE BIG HOUSE
Bizarre: "This has been a public service announcement... from your man Hush...
and I`m Bizarre from D-12... what the f**k...
we about to shoot the club up... I`m gone... Rock City...
Hush... Bizarre... Rap Guys
Hahahaha... 2 rap guys... I`m out..."