Aw yeah, this is Eminem baby, back up in that motherfucking ass One time for your motherfucking mind, we represent the 313 You know what I'm saying? 'Cause they don't know shit about this For the 9-6 Aiyo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxin', a zany-actin' maniac in action A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun My rhyming skills got you climbing hills I travel through your mind until you spine like siren drills I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants With some ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects Put this in your decks and then check the monologue, turn your system up Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smog This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more cartoons than animation My lamination of narration Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing I turn the stage into a barren wasteland I'm Infinite CHORUS You heard of hell well I was sent from it I went to it servin' a sentence for murdering instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it I'm Infinite Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of your elite defense I got some meat to mince A crew to stomp and then two feet to rinse I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans My coiled hands around this microphone is lethal One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium Battle a band of phony MC's and stand a lonely one Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus Fuck around and catch all of the venereal diseases My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces My acapella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis That eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite Chorus Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O So I'm assuming all responsibility 'cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's Mic Nestler, slamming like a wrestler Here to make a mess of a lyric-smuggling embezzler No one is speacialer My skill is intergalactical I get cynical at a fool then I send a crew back to school I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical I'd rather let a tactical, tactful, track tickle your fancy In fact I can't see, or can't imagine A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratchin' So this is for my family, the kid who had a cammy on my last jam Plus the man who never had a plan B Be all you can be, 'cause once you make an instant hit I'm tensed a bit and tempted when I see the sins my friends commit I'm Infinite Chorus 2x