dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from You ain't gonna sell two copies if you
love of rap You crazy? I've made beats for Jay-Z for free Page me, you need a beat You Canibus? then it's Dre's beat You Kay Slay? the fee's waived I
Lil Jon:] Lean Back, Lean Back, lean back (eminem What's Up!) [Verse 2: Eminem (with Lil Jon in back round)] You don't want no problems with Harlem You
look at what the fuck you dun got into I see you found your nitch you're just a bitch with a menstral Claiming you a murderer and spelt it wrong You
) Do you fools Listen to music or Do you just skim Through it? See I'm influenced By the ghetto you ruined That same dude You gave nothin' I made somethin
You gotta know that cuz you made him Platinum ?case you look past ?em and ask him Is OT alright? I say easy bastards Thought I wouldn?t come back? Nigga you
everytime we put a record out just looking for that hook [Eminem] (Wait Dre look) Shorty I love you and you love me too we were meant to be cause shorty you
they all rich, and still all-a they palms itchy We'll pump, rumble over birds jungle urge Walkin' like we talkin' drunk while we stumble over words Clue
know you thought we were done, we rose up got a gun to make your whole inside fold up and hit us with the best shot and we're still standin' so tell
verse 1: you probably gonna think that i'm talking about you and you goddamn right i am look at you, this is the minimal i could diss you subliminally
[Blacksmith] SMAS You already know: You ain't gotta a right to be talking outside of your mouth You ain't tight and shouldn't utter a word Your arts absolutely
stab you So many times, I'ma feel bad when you collapse! You niggaz is so BITCH you make me sick to my stomach Every beat that you ever made sound like
over songs we sing Like patri-ots act like the Patriot Act While we swing on this bitch 'til we break it in half [Chorus] [Paris] You guilty if arrested
applies to his persona or the sizes in his entourage That intimidates the people to the point You know that he's gangster, he aint gotta say shit you
Bitch Long strokes You a nympho Who the pimps though Me and roger troutman Had you at juan momma house Shouting Through the talk box You exhaust cocks And you
t you niggas keep ya mouth shut? Without us, you clout sucks, you doubt us and get ya mouth bust We veterans and better then you young cheesy cheddar
The dirty dirty is better off without you Double X-L (XXL) doubt you ,Wrote a fucked up ad about you cause you wack as fuck,You need to let ya kids bust