E [Extended Mix]

'Cause we need a little, controversy
Could start a revolution, pollutin' the airwaves
'Cause it feels so empty, without me

Or let me be me, so let me see

Two trailer park girls go round the outside
I've created a monster
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give you
There's a concept that works
But it feels so empty, without me
A visionary, vision of scary

Guess who's back, guess who's back
In the fact that I got everyone kissin' my ass
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
I said, "This looks like a job for me"
Testing, attention please
'Cause it feels so empty, without me
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley

No I'm not the first king of controversy
Now this looks like a job for me
Little Hellions, kids feelin' rebellious
Back again
Hum-die-die-la-la-la
You don't know me, you're too old, let go
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
'Cause we need a little, controversy
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
But your husband's heart problem's complicating

'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, bitch
I said, "This looks like a job for me"
Shady's back
So everybody, just follow me
La-la-la
And used it to get myself wealthy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me
They try to shut me down on MTV
'Cause we need a little, controversy

It's over, nobody listen to techno
I said, "This looks like a job for me"

Fix your bent antenna tune it in and then I'm gonna
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?
Guess who's back
But it's just me, I'm just obscene
Round the outside, round the outside
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause it feels so empty, without me
So everybody, just follow me
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
'Cause we need a little, controversy
Two trailer park girls go round the outside
I know that you got a job Ms.Cheney
For you to see so damn much of my ass
Hum-die-die-la-la-la
'Cause it feels so empty, without me

Embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis
So the FCC won't let me be
Now let's go, just gimme the signal
Chris Kirk Patrick, you can get your ass kicked
You waited this long, now stop debating
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
And get ready, 'cause this shit's about to get heavy
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
You asked for me? Well I'm back
You 36 year old baldheaded fag, blow me
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
Tell a friend

A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause it feels so empty, without me
'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
It'll be so empty, without me

To do black music so selfishly
So, come on and dip, bum on your lips

'Cause we need a little, controversy
Everybody only wants to discuss me
Anybody who's talkin' this shit, that shit
Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits
Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting
When I'm rockin' the table while he's operating
So everybody, just follow me
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Guess who's back
Now this looks like a job for me
The center of attention, back for the winter
I just settled all my lawsuits, fuck you Debbie
Round the outside, round the outside
They start feelin' like prisoners helpless
La-la-la
'Cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
But no matter how many fish in the sea
Now this looks like a job for me
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
Guess who's back, guess who's back
But sometimes the shit just seems

So this must mean I'm disgusting
I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Enter in, endin' up under your skin like a splinter
By the doctor when I'm not co-operating

Guess who's back, guess who's back

A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with