This is a song about "Bad babies"

I'm killing off,all the babies

And i know - there'll never be peace

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

"slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies"

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

I don't really want no babies,

Cause i don't need no babies.

Credit card late fees

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies