This whole thing is built on irreverent humor carried by Eminem’s signature lyricism and cadence. This type of thing either excites and stimulates or offends. Back when I was a 9th grader in 1999 it did the former, I now does the latter. Joking about drugging and raping a 15 year old girl, or killing your daughter’s mother simply doesn’t sit well with me snow. I’ll be shoving this into the bottom of the music trash can along with other aged-like-milk material. It’s saved from being one star by Eminem’s uncanny ability to create a rhyme from nothing and Dr. Dre’s beats.