Letras: Eminem. Relapse. Steve Berman.

*Old Time's Sake playing in the background, phone rings*

[Secretary]
Mr. Berman?

[Steve Berman]
What?!

[Secretary]
We have Eminem here to see you

[Steve Berman](Eminem)
about fuckin' time! Send him in (Steve! Good to see ya man)
Look who decided to show his face!
I hope you've had fun in the last 4 years.
(Look man, I apologise again for-)
For shooting me?! Do you know I lost the use of my right arm?
(Again, it was a mistake,)
(a terrible mist- are you wearing a bulletproof vest?)
and then you go and you do what?
hide out? stay in Detroit from us 5 years while the music industry melts the fuck down? Do you know how many people lost their jobs because of your fuckin vacation?
(Well that's actually why I'm here, I was gonna, put out some new music and I wanted to play it for you, and get your opinion)

Do I really need to hear it?
Let me guess, another album about poor me, I'm so famous that it's ruined my rich little life, and I'm such a tortured artist. Let me make music about it and my tragic love life, am I on to something here?
(Come on man it's not like that yo-)
You know what? Just hand the fuckin thing over
I'm done talkin to you. Think you can just come and go as you please.
Big selfish superstar
(Steve, I had a drug problem)
Oh poor me, I had a drug problem. Who hasn't had a drug problem in this town? You know what?

*cocks gun*

(Hey! hey!)
Just lay the shit down on my desk and get the fuck out
(Woah, woah, woah. Jesus Christ man! )
(Alright alright here, fine)
What's this shit? Two CD's?
(That's what I've been tryin to tell you man, there's 2 albums)
Just get out! (Alright!)
Get the fuck out (Alright man, see you later)