Ladies and gentlemen, you are now about to witness the strength aftermath. Straight out the motherfuckin' streets of Compton. Put your hands together for Gay Man, BITCH! Dear Motherfuckers, God is back with a motherfuckin' mess. Aftermath is here. Gay, Gay, Gay, Gay. Me and Marshall ain't star shit. They listen to our shit and talk shit about us. But that shit is foul when I'm trying to feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums. Make my mother proud that her son made it out. But it's hard when they hate us and think him a racist. They say shit, but fuck them. Shady one of the greatest like Biggie and Pac was. We saw the throne was empty and decided to chase it. Me, him, and 50 racing. This rap shit is basic. I follow that chase shit. Think of what I want to say. Step in the booth and one take it. How could I not sell a million when I'm rapping on Dre hits? Then spit that classical L.A. and W.A. shit. The media is bullshit. Now we can't even say bitch. They accusing Michael of touching kids in the wrong places. At first they embraced him. Had a couple of faceless. Now people want to place him with murderers and rapists. They coming, I can taste it. Swear to God I erase him. Put the clip in and waste it. Before I go out on that fake shit. I'm so sick and tired of this black shit, this white shit. So I sit here and write shit. Him, me ain't gonna like this. So they calling us. We ain't going nowhere. So fuck you. We ain't going nowhere. So fuck you. The game will never be the same. The same, the same, the same. The game, this shit is the same, it's changed. It's a new game. You're now about to witness the power. I'm breaking. Judge me for the mistakes I'm making. If I'm faking, I'm Clay Aiken. You ain't 15. You ain't game. You lame. You tape it. You mob sauce. You ain't ready to make that flame switch. You'll end up in the same situation. Same shit, different day. Just with different gangsters in your face. Which way do you want to face when your brains hit pavement? Think of what you'll say to Pastor Mason. Save it for the day that they got them affidavits. Waving in my face, looking for answers. Rap sensation. Eminem battles the water. Accusations that he had somebody blasted. The mask adjacent was found at the scene of the task. With mask and tape. When the victim's penis up his ass. A basket case. And ask him to clean up his act. You bastards wasting too much time. You don't give a shit if that's the case. Then we ain't going nowhere. So fuck you. We ain't going nowhere. So fuck you. From this day, the game will never be the same. Things will stay the same again. The game just isn't the same. It's changing. You're now about to witness the power. Low, get Dre on the phone quick. Tell him M just killed me on my own shit. I'm walking through eight miles, starting to get homesick. I'ma do shady numbers. I'm riding my own dick. Yeah, the chrome sick. The windows tinted. If Eminem is anybody, I'ma under the penalty. These niggas is killing it. Take a minute to listen. Turn down my Jimi Hendrix. I throw your demo out the window for telling me it's hot. When it's not and you got what you got. From the rocks on the block. You can stop telling Dre you got shot. With a Glock that don't fade me. I'm crazy. Why the fuck you think I'm rhyming with shady? I don't care if the radio don't play me. I say what I say when I feel like I'm feeling the day. It get hard when these bitches see my car in the streets. I can't even take my son to cop and cheat. Unit sneaks, so I'm gone, bitch. We ain't going nowhere. So fuck you. We ain't going nowhere. So fuck you. From this day, the game will never be the same. Things the same, the same again. The game just isn't the same. It's changing. You're not my boss. Witness the power. Oh. She said how. Can't do nothing but respect. Shut your ass up. That's a mad motherfucker. Uh-uh. Game. Things the same. Dr. Dre. She do me. She do me. She do me.