Heat

[Intro: John C. Reilly]

Wanna take it from the top?

[Verse 1: Eminem]

Lady, you remind me of my raps on that Relapse shit

'Cause you got an ass thick as them accents

Two ass-cheek implants, call that an asset

'Cause you could set a glass on it, it's massive

From the first time I saw you, I actually

Said to myself: "I gotta meet her" like a taxi

Exactly, love affair in the backseat

Sorry if I'm being graphic

But I'm stiff as a statue you sat on a shelf

I feel like I'ma bust, maybe I'm just ahead of myself

Let me slow down, slow your Camaro

I'm tryna catch up, I'm tryna jump your bones to the marrow

Got me under your control and your spell

Wanna wrap you up, put you in a bow like an arrow

Grab you by the (Meow!), hope it's not a problem, in fact

About the only thing I agree on with Donald is that

So when I put this palm on your cat

Don't snap, it's supposed to get grabbed

Why you think they call it a snatch?

I just wanna climb in the sack

I'ma keep it a hundred like my speedometer's at

I'm watchin' you rap, I'm the dude followin' back

About six cars, I'm in the 'lac, and I wanna fack

[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]

All day, all day, all night

You ask, I'll stay the night

With you, you say you're fire

Me too, you're burning up

I want it—

[Chorus: Mark Wahlberg (& John C. Reilly)]

All day, all night

You feel, my heat (fire)

Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel

My heat

[Verse 2: Eminem]

Hate to inconvenience you at the convenience store

But them jeans you wore are like I've never seen before

I pretend I work there while I clean the floor

Checkin' you out like the clerk while he rings you up

Pull out behind you when you're leavin'

And you don't even know it (word, yo Rick, man!)

She's brushin' her hair, adjustin' her mirror

She's rappin' my shit, but she wasn't aware

I was there, or maybe she was and just didn't care

Who knows? At least that ain't up in the air for some to see

So like a chick who thinks her coochie don't stink

If she ain't plannin' to do shit this summer's eve

Maybe she wants to keep me company

But fuck the Pepé Le Pew shit!

"Ain't steppin' to you, bitch," I say to myself

Plus she's bumpin' my music, ain't chasin' no tail like a skunk in heat

I could sweat her to some degree

But fuck it, I'm the male, let her come to me

(Could you repeat that again?)

"Letter" come to me - "mail." "Sweater", "heat," "some degree." Fail

Fuck it, pull up beside her

Sideswipe her Dodge Viper, wood is so bright

I ask does she want a computer lodged in her vagina

Said my dick is an apple, she said put it inside her

I said—

[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]

All day, all day, all night

You ask, I'll stay the night

With you, you say you're fire

Me too, you're burning up

I want it—

[Chorus: Mark Wahlberg (& John C. Reilly)]

All day, all night

You feel, my heat (fire)

Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel

My heat

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Black out, come to, hands covered in blood

Motherfuckin' gloves and a shovel stuck in the mud

I just bodied the beat, so that hole musta been dug

'Cause it just died like food coloring (duh!)

So let's get turnt like a shish kabab

Twist it, ma, like an air-conditioning knob

We'd be great together

Don't care if it takes forever

If I gotta wait, I guess it's better late than never

You felt my heat rubbin' off on ya

I love your personality, come on, little mama

You're hot enough to melt Rick's beat, come jump in the water

I bet you get your self-esteem from your persona

With an ass to match, girl, your

Body is lit, you're striking, I'm a gas, girl, you're

Just gonna have to put them other chumps on the back burner

You got buns, I got Asperger's

Just let me rest my head between that set of D's

While I shred MC's like cheddar cheese

That's just the thoroughbred in me, ain't a better breed

My dog thinks so too—look at my pedigree!

Ma, the world is what I think of you

I think you're divine, so I might swing on you

I'm just kiddin', girl, I wouldn't lift a finger, too

Unless it's the middle one to finger you

[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]

All day, all day, all night

You ask, I'll stay the night

With you, you say you're fire

Me too, you're burning up

I want it—

[Chorus: Mark Wahlberg & John C. Reilly]

Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel

My heat

[Outro: Eminem & Mark Wahlberg]

On the ones and twos, to three or four in the mornin'

Rick's on the cut like Neosporin (Girls!)

He's mixin' it up for me, and you're in

A teddy like short for Theodore

We're outtie, five thousand

I wanna fuck, it's my big dick

So everybody get ready fucking now!