Trouble
 作词 : Marshall Mathers/F. Nassar/D. Abernathy
 作曲 : Marshall Mathers/F. Nassar/D. Abernathy
 Alright, here, drink this
 What is it?
 Shut up and drink it
 No
 I said drink it, bitch
 The ****?
 The **** are you tryin' to do?
 Get us cancelled
 Ayo
 **** blind people
 What?
 And deaf people suck (Yeah)
 Stop
 So do cripples
 No
 Dumb quadriplegic ****s with Christopher Reeve's luck (Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
 Shady, Jesus, what the ****?
 Oh, here comes Marshall to try to clean this up
 Shut up
 What's the matter, Marshall? Your penis tucked?
 Aw, the big, bad rapper just get his feewings hurt?
 Let me go, you bitch, huh
 Or what, genius, huh?
 You gonna cancel me, yeah? Gen-Z me, bruh?
 Little pussy, what's wrong? Thought you was dreaming, huh?
 When you gonna realize that we ****in' need each other?