[Hook: Eminem Now, I don't really care what you call me You can even call me cold These bitches knew as soon as they saw me It's never me they'll get the privilege to know I roll like a desperado Now I never know where I'm gonna go Still I ball like there's no tomorrow Until it's over and that's all she wrote [Verse 1: Eminem You're starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape Cupid shot his arrow and missed – wait, Sarah, you're late Your train left, mascara and eggs smeared on your face Night's over, goodbye, ho, I thought that I told ya That spilled nut ain't nothin' to cry over Never shoulda came within range of my Rover Shoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her To still come back to the crib must want me to mess with her mind Hold up, she mistook me for some high roller Well, I won't buy her soda unless it's Rock & Rye Cola (Faygo's cheaper) Buy you a bag of Fritos? I wouldn't let you eat the fuckin' chip on my shoulder If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't die for ya Tryin' to pull five bucks from me is like tryin' to pull five molars You'll get your eyes swoll up I'm on my straight grizzly, so why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy bear? Bitch, you're already bi-polar [Hook: Eminem Now, I don't really care what you call me You can even call me cold These bitches knew as soon as they saw me It's never me they'll get the privilege to know I roll like a desperado Now I never know where I'm gonna go Still I ball like there's no tomorrow Until it's over and that's all she wrote [Verse 2: Eminem TIP told me on this ho tip, best tip I could give you to hip you Is never to let these tricks trick you Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love you slut, shit Dig you, ho? Take a shovel and dig you some dignity, bitch! Shit, you talk about some advice that sticks with you If I should listen to anyone, tell me to stick to my guns Like double stick, it's you, but fuck ‘em, TIP, it's cool I'm chillin' like a villain Like the penguin in its fuckin' igloo eating fudgesicles I’d rather slip and fall in shit than fall in love with you Before I tie the fuckin' knot I’d tie you in one, bitch You think this is some Nintendo game, how fuckin' dumb is you? I’ll give you some lumps before I split some lump sums with you So here’s a penny for your thoughts But it won’t buy you a cheeseburger But a nickel might just get you one pickle Fuck it, it's official, so blow the whistle, I got a trust issue There's a bombshell: Scud missile Like I just cuss at you to fuckin' cuss at you Like before I rapped I was a motherfuckin' stud, slut, this'll Teach you not to come drunk stumbling my way, for shizzle I still live like I budget a Gilbert's Lodge check stub, bizzle So fuck Sizzler! These checkers are bust like a blood blister [Hook: Eminem Now, I don't really care what you call me You can even call me cold These bitches knew as soon as they saw me It's never me they'll get the privilege to know I roll like a desperado Now I never know where I'm gonna go Still I ball like there's no tomorrow Until it's over and that's all she wrote [Verse 3: Eminem Yeah, I guess life is a bitch – ain’t it, TIP? And each one thinks they the shit Shirt off my back? I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief I’m givin' these hoes a dose of their own medicine Let 'em get a good taste of it I’m sure you got that relationship memo by now But in case you didn't I’ll stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it So I pace this shit a little bit quicker; that clock, I'm racin' it Double timin' it, but I still spit triple the amount of insults In a tenth of the time that it may take you pricks To catch on; while you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong Man, I still say K-mart's like there's an apostrophe "S" on it, dog And they say McDonalds isn’t a restaurant, well, I guess I’m wrong But if you gonna tell me that A&W ain't the spot For the best hot dogs, you can get the F on, dawg [Hook: Eminem Now, I don't really care what you call me You can even call me cold These bitches knew as soon as they saw me It's never me they'll get the privilege to know I roll like a desperado Now I never know where I'm gonna go Still I ball like there's no tomorrow Until it's over and that's all she wrote [Outro: T.I. All she wrote, all she wrote I said it's over and that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote Yeah, goodnight, it’s over And that's all she wrote