Ode to Eminem by Lauren B.

Raising your daughter Hailey,

Always dealing with the cops,

Divorcing your drug addict wife,

Man I give you mad props

Always getting shit,

And hated on for being white,

You proved yourself as a rapper,

And never gave up the fight

You grew up in the hood,

Your life wasn’t that great,

But then you started rapping,

And you knew it was fate

When you spit on the mic,

And rhymed about your daughter

You blew all the other rappers,

Out of the water

You went from rapping on the streets,

To sold out shows,

From rags,

To very expensive clothes

One of your songs is my ring tone,

I hear it when I get a call,

Posters of you and d-12,

Cover all my walls

You have tons of money,

And are known all over the nation,

Your songs are played non stop,

On my favorite radio station

You went from being unknown,

To the greatest rapper alive,

I know if you ever met me,

You’d want me to be your wife

You’ve got tons of girls,

Screaming your name,

Tons of money,

And tons of fame

You are the greatest person,

You could ever be,

Eminem,

Will you marry me?