[Hook: A.T., Eminem]
Hip-hop is in need of CPR
Hip-hop is in need of me spittin' bars
Hip-hop is in need of a little bit of fun
Hip-hop is in a state of 911
Hip-hop is in need of CPR
Hip-hop is in need of me spittin' bars
Hip-hop is in need of a little bit of fun
Hip-hop is in a state of 911
[Verse 1: A.T.]
Start shit, awful, awesome, conscience
Got none, Tyler, Yonkers, Goblin
Bastard, backwards, slap her, rapper
Fag word, packer, dagger to stab her
That's what modern hip-hop sounds like, it's shitty
It needs someone who can be way more witty
Than a little bitty kiddo with a knife in his ass
And a gunshot through his brain, like he just lacks
Cells he needs like Henrietta, triple entendre, faggots
You ain't never gonna catch it just because I be rappin'
On a level that is incomprehensible to y'all
You know that I been done with this shit so you all
Better get the hell back, stay away from me, bitches
Y'all thought you could shit on me without me doing my business?
Y'all fags aren't even D12, bitch, I'ma slaughter you
Criminal with big genitals, y'all just have Auto-Tune (Yeah)
[Chorus: A.T., Eminem]
Hip-hop is in need of CPR
Hip-hop is in need of me spittin' bars
Hip-hop is in need of a little bit of fun
Hip-hop is in a state of 911
Hip-hop is in need of CPR
Hip-hop is in need of me spittin' bars
Hip-hop is in need of a little bit of fun
Hip-hop is in a state of 911
[Verse 2: A.T.]
We been crazy, like fuckin' Slim Shady
And Wolf Haley, already more than crazy
If we talking 'bout the people that they asses in
Oh shit, I should try to talk some crap again
Evil laugh, like the twin Marshall got
Caught a lot of starter packs with a damn artifact in a parking lot
Started off with no bars, but I got a lot
Now, after learning the ways of hip-hop and all
You people produce products of practiced rap crap and
Aftermath bastards will attack your ass, faggots
Slap the crap out 'em, like Will Smith at the Oscars
To Chris Rock for talking crap about his wife, audience
Yeah, I'd slap someone too for saying that about my fam
And don't give a damn if I get condemned, go pout, you man
Child, baby-ass fag who can't take it from anyone
Then again, I'd probably get my gun, like Eminem
[Chorus: A.T., Eminem]
Hip-hop is in need of CPR
Hip-hop is in need of me spittin' bars
Hip-hop is in need of a little bit of fun
Hip-hop is in a state of 911
Hip-hop is in need of CPR
Hip-hop is in need of me spittin' bars
Hip-hop is in need of a little bit of fun
Hip-hop is in a state of 911
[Verse 3: Nat Smith]
I'm a rockstar, half hittin' up on the rocks
Half pissin' about the docks, I'm outrappin' the Lox
I'm in a box, I'm wishin' these other cocks
Stop actin' so two-faced, they snakey, but I'm a fox
Fuck, I make 'em scream, they tryna dissolve my dream
I won't succumb, they can suck cum outta my hairy thing
I cream on the microphone, have 'em dead
I said, don't fuck with me without head
Valuable shit that I'm thinkin' in my head
I keep it to myself, some days I don't get outta bed
Waste? Maybe, I prolly could use it better
The greatest motivation's never cheddar (never cheddar, never cheddar)
The moves I make so little, you'd think that I'm dreamin' of
Somethin' less, should I work today? Nah, but let's see tomorrow
It's like I'm dead, please get an ambulance or police car
'Cause Nat Smith is in need of CPR
[Chorus: A.T., Eminem]
Hip-hop is in need of CPR
Hip-hop is in need of me spittin' bars
Hip-hop is in need of a little bit of fun
Hip-hop is in a state of 911
Hip-hop is in need of CPR
Hip-hop is in need of me spittin' bars
Hip-hop is in need of a little bit of fun
Hip-hop is in a state of 911
