Eminem stopped the VMAs dead in its tracks when he followed Jay Z's blueprint an announced his new album, MMLP2, with a pair of promo spots teasing the new single "Berzerk." And while opinions have been split, there's no frontin' on Marshall's wordplay. In the name of lyricism, we abused our rewind button to transcribe the buzzing new track. Peep just how sharp Em's pen game remains.
Now this shit's about to kick off, this party looks wack/Let’s take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch
I’m ’bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back/That’s why my pen needs a pad cause my rhymes on the ra-hag
Just like I did with addiction I’m ’bout to kick it/Like a magician/I turn critics to crickets
Got ‘em still on the fence ready to picket/But quick to get impaled when I tell ‘em stick it
I'm sick, I’m looking pale, well that’s my pigment/I’m going ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick
Let’s bring it back to that thing that’s slim, bitch!/The art of the MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren
And I don’t mean Stimpy’s friend, bitch/Been Public Enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch
Take your shoes off, let your hair down and (go berserk), all night long
Grow your beard out, just weird out and (go berserk), all night long
We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m.
So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
I say fuck it, before we kick the bucket
Life's too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody, (go berserk) shake your body
Guess it's just the way that I'm dressed, ain't it?/Khakis pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced
So I guess it ain't/That aftershave or cologne that made them just faint/Plus I just showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint
So if love is a chess game, checkmate//But girl your body's banging, jump me in, bang — bang, bang
Yessiree Bob I was thinking the same thing/So come get on this Kid’s rock, baw-wit-da-baw dang dang
P-p-p pow pow chicka chicka wow wow/Catch a cab, I wanna go down b-b-bow bow
Slow it down, throw in the towel, t-t-towel toww/Dumb it down, I don’t know how (huh huh) how how
At least I know that I don't know/Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid/Hope so, now ho...
They say that love is powerful as cough syrup and Styrofoam/All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo
With the ugly Kardashian—Lamar, oh sorry yo/we done both set the bar low
Bars hard, drugs hard thought that's the past/But I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow
And girl I ain't got no money to borrow/But I am tryin' to find a way to get you alone, car note!
Oh, Marshall Mathers shouldn’t everybody know/Get the bar soap lathered, Kangols and Carhartt, these Cargos
Girl you’re fixin' to get your heart broke, don’t be absurd man/You bird brained baby I ain’t called anybody baby since Birdman
Unless you’re a swallow/Word, w-word man you heard, but don’t be discouraged girl/This is your jam, unless you got toe jam
[Bridge & Hook]