[Verse 1: Dr. Dre & Eminem]
Dr. Dre, Vodka, tango, will knock the socks off ya
Gangster, hell, watch your step, partner
Danger, Dre shot ya
You do not want them thangs to spray (Haha)
Thanks to me, you become bacon soufflé
A.K. guns, you lay
Face down, it's melee, what you say?
Okay, here we go, one, two, three

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Some say tom-ay-toes, I say to-mah-toes
I get you one day and hit you with po-tay-toes and pot-ah-toes
In a state of shock 'cause I put some Play-Doh in your Tahoe
And I threw a rock and a bottle at your Eldorado
So eat a cock, "don't forget to swallow's" what I tell a model
'Cause your stomachs hollow, gobble up like an avocado
Toast, Tony, bottom's up, party 'till tomorrow
'Till you're looking like you got hit by Troy Polamalu

[Chorus: Eminem]
Girl, I've been watchin' what you do and, baby, I ain't nevеr met a woman quite like you (Likе you)
So tell me what I gotta do, I've never been with a virgin, but I'd sure like to (Like to)
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
How do I describe the vibe that I'm feelin' inside? I'm in the mood for sexual healin'
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Shady, Slim, crazy
Cranium, stadium's packed with eighty M-80's
I'm finna blow this bitch into
Smithereens', baby, this tender
Lady, she was a transgender
I stuck her in my dad's blender
Then in the trash bin, Jacinda
Was her name if I can remember
Charles Manson bumper sticker on my fender
I'm in the mood for a little slender
Sly, slick little female to enter
Trap her like a fly so I can dismember
Some say I'm just a no good degene
-rate, I keep yelling at Ellen DeGene-
Res 'cause I'm jealous of her, she's got Portia
I should force her to divorce her, chorus

[Chorus: Eminem]
Girl, I've been watchin' what you do and, baby, I ain't never met a woman quite like you (Like you)
So tell me what I gotta do, I've never been with a virgin, but I'd sure like to (Like to)
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
How do I describe the vibe that I'm feelin' inside? I'm in the mood for sexual healin'

[Verse 4: Eminem]
Which Michael will I act like-oh? Will it be Jackson or Myers?
Little kiddies, come relax by the fire (Woo)
Snacks, cookies, Halloween treats, Dre, keep making mean beats
I'ma keep these hookers in between sheets
I ain't got no game, baby, just a lot of balls
And I don't like a lot of talk, uh-uh, not at all
Just give me some Bacardi dark and a Tylenol
I'm bouncin' like the like jugs on Dolly Parton with a volleyball
What am I? A social butterfly? That ain't nothin' but a lie
Slut, you must be thinking of another guy
I don't got time for no idle chat, I'm a homicidal mac
With an axe, yeah, baby, bite on that
So slide on over, nice rack, leave your light on that
Night, with a night-light and a lite-brite 'cause I might attack
Meningitis of the spine, a slight side effect
Every time I rap about Christopher Reeves behind his back
[Chorus: Eminem]
Girl, I've been watchin' what you do and, baby, I ain't never met a woman quite like you (Like you)
So tell me what I gotta do, I've never been with a virgin, but I'd sure like to (Like to)
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
How do I describe the vibe that I'm feelin' inside? I'm in the mood for sexual healin'

[Outro]
It must be love
Oh!
I feel like Pepé Le Pew
I love you
I think I love you
I said, "I think I love you"
Baby
I think I love you, mwah