This is a song about "Six inch"

(six minutes, six minutes, slim shady, you're on)

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Eight inch blades and the tick of a grenade

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

She self made, i'm self made

So im sharper than a six inch blade

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

To not have a fuckin three hundred and sixty inch dick

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Slice your scalp open with a five inch knife

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip.