(Pace Won)
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up

(Az-Izz)
Yo, I’m finally convinced my kindness and innocence
Is a crime in a sense, climbing a fence
Diagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically event
Outz in a fear of family presents
Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black coat
To roast motherfuckers, over lactose
Stay skeed off laced weed
I take cheese, and page trees in the Bricks
Rolling box of Tracies

(Pace Won)
Call a go-go dancer
Get up in that ass and wreck shop like colon cancer
Hit it from the back, bitch can’t hold her pants up
Once for my cock, twice for my block,
I got it locked like handcuffs
Pacer got a razor, get you and your man cut
Swing a blow you can’t duck
Throw up your hands, what?
Nobody on earth could see Pacer
I get your shit then peel off like Speed Racer

(Pace Won)
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up

(Slang Ton)
I hit you bastards raps fast as Janet Jackson’s coochie
Your raps is half mastered, mad average, wack bologna
And if you ever wanna get a deal
You should either OD off skill pills
Or steal my reel-to-reel
Most of y’all emcees ain’t tight as y’all should be when
I’m tighter than the jeans that show hoochie chicks’ coochie prints
Outsidaz, we hot as Hell’s flames is
And I’m Slang-iz, my tapes get pumped like twelve gauges

(Eminem)
I’m so weeded (How weeded are you?)
I’m so weeded I can freestyle for sixteen bars (Ha ha ha)
Right off the top, then go back to the top
And then repeat it (Ha)
Write it down on the paper
And still be able to read it (Sorry)
I can’t read, but I still write to my pen pals (Uh, uh, dear)
I can’t fly, but I still float on cement clouds (Whee!)
I can’t see cause my eyes already been gouged out
I been down with the Outz for ten thou-sand years
((Pace Won) So dunn, here?)
Some weird kids with piercings in more than one ear
Lauryn, huh? Hill?
((Pace won) There’s more than one? IIIllll)
What? You want me to stop? Here?

(Pace Won)
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up

(Young Zee)
Yea
Your girl could suck my dick chewing Big Red
Till she choke and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dick head
Puff a tray bag, Outz never pay cabs
Bust a A-rab, front on taking us up eighth Ave
Yea, we all of the a volumes
What be the outcome?
We selling twenty million albums
Ay your record, ain’t nobody buy that
You fell off, and had to take your five mic
And push a Withe Ac, with a bike rack

(Axe)
It’s the A, the X, the E
Why pay for ass, if I can sex for free?
F’ with we, what you expect to see
Death’s your destiny, when it’s my time for rest in peace
Bet they find my pistol next to me
My dick is giving ecstasy
Shit I say, spread like leprosy
I’m on a quest to be, the best emcee
Living recklessly, cock the weaponry
Lay you on your back like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3
Yo follow, never question me

(Pace Won)
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up

(Pace Won)
C’mon yo
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Snuff your bitch, crush your whip, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up

Outworld baby

A shimmy shimmy go go motha fuckin pop
It’s the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit
I’m on top bitch and rock for tricks
Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips
I get all the money pussy falls like rain
Been gettin’ laid and paid that’s why I never complain
If I ain’t in it for the money I’m in it for the P (or is it D)
It’s 1998 yo and you still can’t fuck with me
You don’t be fuckin’ with the blue eye
Fuckin’ with my 2-5 up your fuckin’ ass like my shoe size
I got a new vibe, kinda like Voodoo
You do what we say and we’ll do what we want to
We’re fuckin’ up your city and we’re fuckin’ up your progam
Fuckin’ all your bitches we can fuckin’ give a goddamn
Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance
We won’t quit until we’re banned from existence
Persistance pays if that holds true
Then I’m gonna buy this fuckin’ planet before the time I’m through
I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no takings
So let me get what I got comin’ and the rest I’m fakin’
I’m shakin’ like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit
You act like the motherfucker’s new at this shit
But I’ve been true to this shit given’ my heart and soul
Been shinin’ like a diamond but gettin’ passed as coal
So Fuck Off
Yeah

With my pants half hangin’ off my ass and shit
Bowl filled hash pockets stuffed with cash
I be the mushroom trippin’ sippin’ shots of Jack
‘Cause the kids don’t listen gettin’ lots of flack
I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and
The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cockin’
The K the I the D R-O-C K motherfucker and you still don’t know me
So blow me bitch I don’t rock for Edited
I rock for the cash and the topless dancers
Don’t have no answers so pass the joint
I’m just paid in full and made in Detroit
I ride like Setta in the Indy 5
And get live with that which get’s me high
Strive for perfection this much is true
We do what we say you say what we do
Kid Rock I couldn’t be no Bozo
And I get too much nina
Edited and my glock rolls solo to Arizona
I’m an easy rider dreamin’ of Wynonna
I roam the country like a Greyhound bus
Put faith in lust and in God I trust
I’m not Peter Pan I don’t fuck with fairies
But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries
And Harry Carey couldn’t call my game
Fucked so many hoes I’m in the hall of fame
And I show no shame from coast to coast
I don’t mean to brag, but I like to boast
Fuck Off
Yeah right in your mother fuckin’ ass bitch
With that Detroit city shit ain’t shit swift we’re on the same script
Nothing new since 76 Kid Rock
Yo Slim Shady come break these mother fuckers off

(Eminem)
Yo tell the world to hold their breath they’re breathing the wrong air
This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair
Two Withe boys who spike punch and light joints
Hang around drugs loud music and like noise
Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of mother fuckers
Who hate the world as much as each other
And I ain’t leaving this party tonight
‘Til I see some naked bitches dancin’ around drunk touchin’ each other
Rum and Pepsi got your whole perception of me sketchy
‘Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me
‘Cause all I do is curse and fuck
So when I do ’shrooms you all better give me two rooms
‘Cause I’m fuckin’ the first one up
So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars
‘Cause you know I’m losin’ it when I’m rappin’ to rock guitars
This is for children who break rules
People that straight fool
And ever single teenager that hates school

Fuck Off

CHORUS:
My tea’s gone cold,I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’d all be grey, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

My tea’s gone cold,I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’d all be grey, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

VERSE 1:

Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain’t callin’
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn
You must not have got ‘em
It probably was a problem at the post office or somethin’

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ‘em
But anyways, fuck it, what’s been up man, how’s your daughter?
My girlfriend’s pregnant too, I’m out to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I’m-a call her? I’m-a name her Bonnie.

I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I’m sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn’t want him.
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I’m your biggest fan.
I even got the underground shit that you did with ScamZ.

I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.
I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was fat.
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat
Truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan.

CHORUS:
My tea’s gone cold,I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’d all be grey, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

VERSE 2:

Dear Slim, you still ain’t called or wrote, I hope you have the chance.
I ain’t mad, I just think it’s fucked up you don’t answer fans.
If you didn’t want to talk to me outside your concert You didn’t have to
but you could have signed an autograph for Matthew.
That’s my little brother, man. He’s only 6 years old.
We waited in the blistering cold for you for 4 hours and ya just said no.
That’s pretty shitty man, you’re like his fuckin’ idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do.

I ain’t that mad, but I just don’t like bein’ lied to.
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I write you
You would write back. See, I’m just like you in a way.
I never knew my father neither.
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her.

I can relate to what you’re sayin’ in your songs.
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put ‘em on.
Cause I don’t really got shit else, so that shit helps when I’m depressed.
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest.

Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds.
It’s like adrenaline. The Pain is such a sudden rush for me.
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you ’cause you tell it.
My girlfriend’s jealous ’cause I talk about you 24 7.
But she don’t know you like I know you, Slim, no one does.
She don’t know what it was like for people like us growing up.
You’ve gotta call me man. I’ll be the biggest fan you’ll ever lose.
Sincerely yours, Stan. PS: We should be together too.

CHORUS:
My tea’s gone cold,I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’d all be grey, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad

VERSE 3:

Dear Mr. I’m too good to call or write my fans
This’ll be the last package I ever send your ass.
It’s been six months and still no word. I don’t deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on ‘em perfect.

So this is my cassette I’m sending you. I hope you hear it.
I’m in the car right now. I’m doing 90 on the freeway.
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, ya dare me to drive?
You know that song by Phil Collins from The Air In The Night?
About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning?
But didn’t? Then Phil saw it all then at his show he found him?
That’s kinda how this is. You could have rescued me from drowning.
Now it’s too late. I’m on a thousand downers now, I’m drowsy.

And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call.
I hope you know I ripped all o’ your pictures off the wall.
I love you Slim, we could have been together. Think about it.
You ruined it now, I hope you can’t sleep and you dream about it.
And when you dream, I hope you can’t sleep and you scream about it.
I hope your conscious eats at you and you can’t breathe without me.
See Slim, (screaming) shut up bitch, I’m trying to talk
Hey Slim, that’s my girlfriend screaming in the trunk.
But I didn’t slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain’t like you.
‘Cause if she suffocates, she’ll suffer more, and then she’ll die too.
Well, gotta go, I’m almost at the bridge now.
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?

(screeching tires, crashing sounds, car splashes into the water)

VERSE 4:

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I’ve just been busy.
You said your girlfriend’s pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I’m really flattered you would call your daughter that.
And here’s an autograph for your brother: I wrote it on your Starter cap.

I’m sorry I didn’t see you at the show, I must have missed you.
Don’t think I did that shit intentionally, just to diss you.
And what’s this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin’ dawg, c’mon, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin’
To help your ass from bouncin’ off the walls when you get down some.

And what’s this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit’ll make me not want us to meet each other.
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other.
Or maybe you just need to treat her better.
I hope you get to read this letter.
I just hope it reaches you in time.
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you’d be doin’ just fine
If you’d relax a little. I’m glad that I inspire you, but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan.
I just don’t want you to do some crazy shit.
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick.
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape but it didn’t say who it was to
Come to think about it…his name was…it was you. DAMN!