After a truly thought provoking impromptu rap about his despised pill-
popping mother, codeine, and some vague references to rented limos and
black-tar heroin, Eminem realizes that his image needs a boost. Maybe if
he really stabs a hooker he'll sell even more albums?
Probably. Worked for Puffy, or whatever the hell he's called this week.
He
phones Dr. Dre, who readily agrees, and plans are made. Oh yeah, there's
still those pesky African head-eating birds. Let's just say that Eminem's
head doesn't present much of a meal to the birds, and they soon fly away.
Eminem quaffs a vial of LSD-25 and goes on the prowel for a cheap hooker...
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