[Verso 1 - Eminem]
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy 
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready 
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin 
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud 
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s chokin, how everybody’s jokin now
The clock’s run out, time’s up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that
Is he? No
He won’t have it , 
he knows his whole back city’s ropes
It don’t matter, he’s dope
He knows that, but he’s broke
He’s so stacked that he knows 
When he goes back to his mobile home, 
that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit 
He better go capture this moment 
and hope it don’t pass him
 

[Hook - Eminem]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment 
You own it, you better never let it go 
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow 
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo 
 

[Verso 2 - Eminem]
The soul’s escaping, through this hole that it’s gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order 
A normal life is borin, but superstardom’s close to post mortar
It only grows harder, only grows hotter 
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he’s know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He’s grown farther from home, he’s no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water 
His bosses don’t want him no mo, 
he’s cold product 
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it’s old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da
 

[Hook]
 

[Intro]
No more games, I’ma change what you call rage 
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged 
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed 
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage 
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher 
Best believe somebody’s payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact 
That I can’t get by with my 9 to 5 
And I can’t provide the right type of life for my family 
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don’t buy diapers 
And it’s no movie, there’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life 
And these times are so hard and it’s getting even harder 
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus 
See dishonor caught up bein 
a father and a prima donna 
Baby mama drama’s screamin on and 
Too much for me to wanna 
Stay in one spot, another jam or not 
Has gotten me to the point, I’m like a snail 
I’ve got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot 
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure’s not 
Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go 
I cannot grow old in Salem’s lot 
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe 
the only opportunity that I got
 

[Hook]
 

[Outro - Eminem]
You can do anything you set your mind to, man