Steve Berman

*Old Time's Sake playing in the background, phone rings* [Secretary] Mr. Berman? [Steve Berman] What?! [Secretary] We have Eminem here to see you [Steve Berman](Eminem) about f**kin' time! Send him in (Steve! Good to see ya man) Look who decided to show his face! I hope you've had fun in the last 4 years. (Look man, I apologise again for-) For shooting me?! Do you know I lost the use of my right arm? (Again, it was a mistake,) (a terrible mist- are you wearing a bulletproof vest?) and then you go and you do what? hide out? stay in Detroit from us 5 years while the music industry melts the f**k down? Do you know how many people lost their jobs because of your f**kin vacation? (Well that's actually why I'm here, I was gonna, put out some new music and I wanted to play it for you, and get your opinion) Do I really need to hear it? Let me guess, another album about poor me, I'm so famous that it's ruined my rich little life, and I'm such a tortured artist. Let me make music about it and my tragic love life, am I on to something here? (Come on man it's not like that yo-) You know what? Just hand the f**kin thing over I'm done talkin to you. Think you can just come and go as you please. Big selfish superstar (Steve, I had a drug problem) Oh poor me, I had a drug problem. Who hasn't had a drug problem in this town? You know what? *cocks gun* (Hey! hey!) Just lay the shit down on my desk and get the f**k out (Woah, woah, woah. Jesus Christ man! ) (Alright alright here, fine) What's this shit? Two CD's? (That's what I've been tryin to tell you man, there's 2 albums) Just get out! (Alright!) Get the f**k out (Alright man, see you later)