Mathers, Kejuan Muchita, M. Crawford, John Medora, David White
"Untitled" is a song by American hip hop artist Eminem. It is the seventeenth track on his seventh studio album Recovery (2010). It was written by Mathers, Kejuan Muchita, M. Crawford, John Medora, and David White, and it was produced by Havoc, and Magnedo7 (co.). It is a hidden track, so is not featured in the official track list of the album. The song samples "You Don't Own Me" by American pop artist Lesley Gore.
Girl, I think you just might have tried
To pull a motherfuckin’ fast one. I’m mad
You just hurt my goddamn feeling
And that was the last one I had
Does this look like an arcade, trying to play games?
See this saw blade? See this silhouette
Of a stalker in your walkway? Better cooperate
Or get sauteed and rotisseried while you’re hog-tied
MC’s get so quiet you can hear
A motherfucking dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule stunting on that ass
Like a fuckin’ Fall Guy! I don’t gas my Mercedes
After midnight, I treat it like a Mogwai
Cause it will turn into a Gremlin and run over kids
Women and men - "Vrinn Vrinn!" - motor so big
You can fit a midget in his engine
Bitch, gimme them digits; why you cringin’?
Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin will I spend spend
Even 10 cents on you. Since when
Did you think it’ll cost me a pretty penny
Shit, if I think a penny’s pretty
Just imagine how beautiful a quarter is to me
Eenie-meenie-miney-mo, catch an eskimo by his toe
While he’s trying to roll a snowball
But, don’t make him lose his cool
If he hollers better let him go y’all
You don't own me
Now here we go, go, go!
Get up baby, get a move on like a U-Haul
You can rack your brain like pool balls
You won't ever think of this shit
"Yeah, honey, you called?" Well here I come
Havoc on a beat, I wreak it
Evil: I see, hear and speak it
Lady put your money on Shady, fuck that other weak shit
Put your eggs in the same basket
You can count every motherfuckin’ chicken fore it hatches
Cause you can bet your ass we gonna get it crackin’
Like Kraken and Titans when they're clashin'
Get your brains bashed in so bad
You’re gonna have Kurt Cobain askin’
To autograph a bloodstained napkin
Unfashionable and about as rational
As a rash on a fag’s asshole
Now let’s take that line run it up the flagpole
With Elton, see if he’s cool with it
Don’t stand there and look stupid at me
Bitch I ain’t in the mood for this shit
Get my dick, Google it, til it pops up
Y’all just so motherfuckin’ full of shit
That you stopped up
Me I’m always shitting diarrhea of the mouth
Till your speakers crap out, "pfft, huh what?"
Girl you got a hot butt, like a lit cigarette
(chig-chigga-ret) But you won’t get a hot fudge sundae
From me so don’t strut my way, slut because…
You don't own me
Now here we go, go, go!
And now that I got your panties in a bunch
And your bowels in an uproar
I'mma show you why I came
So you stop asking me what the fuck for
Now look, you little slut, cunt whore
I know you want more
Bitch, it’s time to put the math back into Mathers
Cause I’m a fuckin’ problem, run boy
Every flow, got it mastered, so
Every last word that you fuckin’ fags heard
Comes straight from the fish's ass
Yeah, in other words I’m a "bass-turd"
Looking at me like I killed Kenny
Gas in the tank? Yeah, still plenty
No morals are instilled in me so remorse
I really don’t feel any
Eat your heart out, Hannibal, understandable
Why you’re jealous, fucking animal?
I got cannibal magnetism
Can't resist em, now can you, ho?
“Shady I don’t understand your flow”, understand my flow?
Bitch, I flow like Troy Polamalu’s hair boy
Don’t you dare try to follow or compare boy
I’m raw, you ain’t even medium-rare
Stay the fuck outta my hair, boy
You can look, you can stare and point
But you can’t touch, I’m too clairvoyant
I don’t get it man, is there a void?
All this weak shit, what am I, steroids?
Well bitch I’m back, with some shit for that ass
And your trunk: elephant, hemorrhoids
And remember boys…
Thank you for coming out.
I hope you enjoyed the show.
Until next time, peace.