We Made You, Relapse, 2009.
“Shady man, no, don’t massacre the fans
Damn, I think Kim Kardashian’s a man
She stomped him, just ‘cause he asked to put his hands
On her massive, gluteus maximus again
Squeeze it and squash it and pass it to a friend
Can he come back as nasty as he can?
Yes he can, Cam, don’t ask me this again
He does not mean to lesbian offend
But Lindsay, please come back to seein’ men
Samantha’s a two, you’re practically a ten”
Just to show you that he can rap an entire cover of US Weekly.
"The enforcer, look at the more women to torture
Walk up to the cutest girl and Charlie-horse her Sorry Portia, but what's Ellen DeGeneres
Have that I don't? Are you tellin' me tenderness?
Well I could be as gentle and as smooth as a gentleman
Give me my Ventolin inhaler and two Xenadrine
And I'll invite Sarah Palin out to dinner then
Nail her, maybe say, "Hello to my little friend"
Brit, forget K-Fed, let's cut out the middleman
Forget him or you'll end up in the hospital again
And this time it won't be for the Ritalin binge
Forget them other men, girl pay them little attention
And little did I mention that Jennifer's in love with me
John Mayer, so sit on the bench
Man, I swear them other guys you give 'em an inch
They take a mile, they got style, but it isn't Slim."
Just to show you that he can pick your kids up from soccer practice at Harvard-Westlake and easily strike up conversation with the other moms.