You call yourself EMINEM
It sounds just like candy
Ain't that too sweet
Ain't that just dandy
Were you rapping as an infant?
Were you singing in your bib?
Did Hersheys fill your diapers?
Were there Kit-Kats on your crib?
M&M... M&M... M&M... M&M
Was your nick name Baby Ruth
When you lost your first front tooth?
Did they call you Musketeer
When you cried out your first tear?
You were a white boy full of wishes
Who ate off dirty dishes
But you rapped just like a brother
From another soulful mother
M&M... M&M... M&M... M&M
With rhythms & rhyme,
You tried to earn a living
You tried to earn a dime.
Coming up with fresh new verses,
To spit out from your mouth,
Your face was from the North
But your soul from the South!
And now you are The Man
Who rules the HIP-HOP land
Where all the different races
Can now truly understand
Why EMINEM melts in your heart,
And not in your hand.
M&M... M&M... M&M... M&M
You're just a rapper,
You're not a candy wrapper!
You're making so much money
And I'm standin' up here
Rappin' kind of funny!
M&M... M&M... M&M... M&M

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