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"Can I Bitch" [in a high falsetto voice] Uncle Marshall! Will you tell us a bedtime story? [regular voice] Here we go... Now once upon a time not long ago There was a little rapper about to blow But his album came and it was not good I think it went lead or double copper wood So the silly little fans they were mislead By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop head "Me and you, 'Clef, we're gonna make some cash Grab the silver paint and let's paint my ass" Hey mister, would ya care to bare witness to The ass-whippin' I'm about to administer To this ass-kissin' little vaginal blister Stanabis, little Marshall Mathers' sister And in this corner, we have the mister Not havin' it, it's the mad sinister Dr. Evil with his bag of tricks for this little antagonist faggot dick-suckinEx-LL Cool J fan from Windsor I'm 'bout to murder little Kenny fag Keniff-sta You bastard I ain't wanna have to diss ya Canabis, where the fuck you at? I miss ya! [Chorus] Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Where for art thou Can-i-bitch? Please tell me what happened with That style that you were rappin' with Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Are you from Los Angeles New York or just a janitor From Canada? Oh Can-i-bitch Now at first I ain't really understand the shit Picture me for a second and imagine it Chillin' in the Bat-Mansion and relaxinWhen all a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanners It's Can-i-bitch on some "Stan Lives" shit It creeped me out at first. Man this is sick For me, being just a sick, this conflict Gets my dick harder than arithmetic And I know how you jealous ones envy I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me The first two letters you were tellin' me shit Like you respect me, like any other regular MC The third letter you ask how come I ain't return None of the messages at Shady Records you left me The fourth letter: "Slim, you really startin' to upset me!" The fifth letter told me you were comin' to get me The sixth letter there's a bomb threat in our building This crazy motherfucker's really tryin' to kill me! So I went back and read the first few letters that said Some shit about a message you left Oh shit, that's not an "E" that's an "A" This dude wants to leave me a "massage," he's gay!! Right away I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre We got a bogey! (Marshall I'm on the way)