Scott was tinkering with his bike in the garage when he thought no one was around.

His headphones blared an unfamiliar beat.

The team leader had become fond of rap music, especially an artist known as Eminem after confiscating the CD Jubilee had been listening to during his Math class.

In his spare time (of course, to no one's knowledge) Scott had written his own version of one song where he recalled a series of incidents from the previous week.

Unbeknownst to him; Jean, Logan and Rogue had come into the garage to talk to him about
something.

Scott: Hi, my name is...
Jean: Scott?
Scott: My name is...
Jean: Scott!
Scott: My name is... Slim Shady.
Scott: Hi. my name is...
Logan: Cyke!
Scott: My name is...
Logan: CYKE!
Scott: My name is... Slim Shady

Scott: Hi kids, I don't like violence
but sometimes I have to burn the bad guys up with
the red beams from my eyelids.
You can copy me and do exactly like I did,
get rid of evil and let everyone know what good is.
I stay in shape and try to keep my head straight
even though Logan's always pissin' me off and sometimes
I take the bait.
And Dr. Grey says "Honey,
why do you let em' get in your head?"
Nuh-uh "Then why's your face red?... You can't erase that."
Well since half past twelve,
he hasn't bugged anyone else
cuz he says I stole his cigars and hid em' on the top shelf.
He got pissed off and ripped my favorite shades off,
punched me in the nose and made my eyes go all
criss crossed.
When I was able I pushed him into the grass,
and he fell on his ass faster than Sabertooth
could heal in a cast.
"Come on runt, don't just sit there like a bump on
a log."
"You don't wanna do this One-eye, cuz you're really startin' to tick me off."

Chorus x2

For the longest I've been teaching math at Mutant High,
the only problem is when I took the course I only got a 65.
I'd have to stay after class and clean the erasers, refill the staplers and file the teacher's papers.
Walked into a night club, and had my jacket tightened up,
cuz the shirt I was wearing underneath had three 9-inch cuts.
I felt like an extra-terrestrial in a sea a human pedestrians,
dancing in my way
and never mind if they were lesbians.
Ninety-nine percent of the time I get lied to,
I mean, I fight crime, I'm a teacher and a guy too.
If someone plays me in a movie I want it to be a famous actor,
like that guy from Sugar&Spice and what's that one he did after?
You know you blew it when your wife takes her hand,
smacks you upside the head and says "Be the bigger man!... and go find Logan if you can."
The clerk at White Castle asked for my autograph,
so I signed it...
"Hey, you're not James Marsden, man!"

Chorus x1

Stop the tape!
Magneto tryin' to escape!
Got another plan for Rogue,
"Not if I have something to say!...
She shouldn't be parta the team Chuck, cuz she's too young die,
and I'll gut buckethead alive if he so much as
tries...
You comin' or goin One-Eye?...
Better fuckin' decide,
the clock's tickin' and those fuckers had time to hide."
Logan rips guys to shreds like the Incredible Hulk,
but the X-men are better,
buy the comics in bulk.
Rogue's still at the mansion left out and havin' a fit,
if I don't get Logan back to her soon I'll be in deep shit.
I lay awake from the creakin' of their bed.
I cover my ears, but the moans still fill my head.
I'm kinda mad, but I got Jean so it's not that bad.
Man, guess Logan's the best sex Rogue ever had.


Chorus x1

Jean (mentally): ~Scott~

Scott: Oh no.