Eminem: Verse 1] Nawww.....we ain't done I love being hated, it's great it, let's me know that I made it I wouldn't have it no other way, I wouldn't trade it for the world Only lets me know that im loved by so many other mother fuckers That hate you in this buzz, you keep fuckin wit us, we keep fuckin you up And keep pulling the rug from up under you, and what's even more fucked up Is we enjoy doing what were doing so much There aint nothing that we love more than pulling your skirts up And exposin you hoes so much people are starting to wonder Whats up with the fuckin "Wonder Woman" underalls Do onto others as you will have done onto you So who the fuck you mothafuckas gonna run to When someone runs up wit a mask and puts a gun to you You will ask yourself how come your mans didn't empty the last round that he had In "Curtis Jackson's" ass while he had the chance You keep asking us to keep it on wax, but we cant This is past any rationalization We have captured national media attention Conversation is senseless you can sense the tension Start building soon as we enter the "106 and Park" building Someone's gonna get killed and I swear to god if someone so much as even Touches one of my people I'll put a million on his head And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it But I rather rap than get into this gangsta shit And it aint because I'm a bitch it's cuz I aint a bitch I don't endanger people that I'm with, I'm a general I aint "Bush" I don't send my soldiers to war if I aint there In the middle of this shit with em, so when I do get em Orders to storm your head quarters, you be fuckin with a...
[Swifty: Verse 2] ...A beat keeper, so you ain't eager to greet this lyrical meat cleaver That'll eat ya, Niggas wanna keep speaking, Like it ain't even that deep. I got heat that'll sweep a niggaz streets, so ya wouldn't fuck with me neither Only heaven can help ya, I be searching for ya longer than "The Legend of Zelda" (Ha!) Without a failure, it's gonna be hell to tell the Captain that a Basset Hound couldn't even smell ya. Body wanna hide ya, I'll be on that mob shit, You another hopper under the Renaissance bitch You get bombed like Lebanon with (*explosion*) On tactic, I'll snatch your head like one Saddam's men
[Obie Trice: Verse 3] Mathafucka I'll handle you, we can have it out on any avenue An "Average Man", flipped into an animal Shoot out ya mandibles, cannons and ammunition reload With precision nigga know the mechanicals Break the Pistol down you should see them handles The streets taught the child no read up manuals Pushing crack valves, young "Nino Brown" Chasing "Green" is the dream when you're young and brown. Bound to be a problem child, look what I'm involved in now A "Dozen Dirty" niggaz and they all get down. I'll solve any problem that enlarge when I was (??)
[Kuniva: Verse 4] While you punching' and tackling' punks I'm handling' chumps, packing' the pump That's longer than the elephant's trunk. On the streets I'm "the beast" I'll feast Upon the weak, so speak "beef" I'll shoot you and scream "Increase the peace!" (*explosion*) The monster, pistol packing', pushing' niggaz off they "Hondas" Stomp ya, get it cracking' yanking' bitches for they Ganja Sneaky as fuck, I don't think mamma beat me enough When she was sleeping and stuff I was stealing the keys to the truck Shut the fuck up! Before you end up dead in the dump truck Or in the streets taking a nap bleeding and locked up You want what? Like "M Bleak" with this Heat If your ten deep, then fuck it'll be ten asleep (*gunshots*)
[Proof: Verse 5] Don't mess with my alasnke, don't tussle with my aspe Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed We ferocious, toast don't host us Approach us, through heat straight from the shoulders We the soldiers ya the youngster's Youngsta's among, arn't ya dead in the dumpsta Say to the monsta head full of drama You scared of the truama vomit to monsta (Woof!) I'm back nigga, (Poof!) I reappear Shoot like (*boom*) you ain't seeing clear Blackness, carcass, cover with catfish We merkers with no purpose other than practice
[Bizarre: Verse 6] There are three things I hate: liars, fakes, and cheaters; Alcoholics, and sluts, and fuckin wife beaters I guess that describes my life, I don't even know whose song this is? (*Obie Trice*) Bitch, Bizarre don't give a fuck about no hip-hop At my release party in a pink tank top and Reebok's This "Ja Rule" beef im not getting in, i need an R&B singer to sing at my wedding (Say Yeah!) I'll turn your face into a fuckin' meat patty I'll fuck yo mommy and go fishing with yo granny I'll shit on you; I'll pee on R. Kelly too,
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