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[Eminem]
This motherfucker here, just wont
shut up will you?
Talk about I owe you, bitch you
owe me
Promote me right now
Man lets put the nail in his coffin
[Chorus]
I dont want to be like this
I dont really want to hurt no feelins
But Im only bein real when I say
nobody wants to hear their grandfather
rap
Old men have heart attacks
and I dont want to be responsible
for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit
of dignity
[Verse 1]
I would never claim to be no great
Benzino
an 83 year old fake Pachino
So how can he hold me over some
balcony
without throwin his lower back
out as soon as he goes to lift
me
Please dont, youl probably fall
with me
and our asses will both be history
But then again youl finnally get
your wish
cuz youl be all over the street
like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont
fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and
they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats
how much you suck
duck in the industry, swear that
you in the streets hustlin
You sit behind a fuckin desk at
The Source butt-kissin
and beggin motherfuckers for guest
appearences
and you can even get the clearances
cuz real lyricists
dont even respect you or take you
serious
Its not that we dont like you,
we hate you - period
Talk about a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shakin Obie Trice's
hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks
with that?
Get on a track dissin us kissin
50's ass
and askin me what I know about
inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation
- fight me!
What do I know about standin in
front of a judge like a man
ready to take whatever sentence
he hands
What you know about your wife slicin
her wrists
right in front of the only thing
you have in this world - a little
girl?
And I put that on her, when this
is all over
I would never try to make her a
star and eat off her
I dont know shit about no shoppin
rocks
But what you know about hip-hop
shops rockin spots?
When your the only white boy in
that bitch just rippin
pressin up your own flyers and
your stickers stickin
them bitches up after spendin six
hours at Kinkos
Just makin copys of your covers
of casette singles
and sell them out the trunk of
your Tracer
Spendin your whole paycheck at
Disc Makers
What you know about bein bullied
over half your life?
Oh thats right, you know what thats
like, your half white
Vanilla Ice,spill the beans and
rice, Im eaten you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if your that much
of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin motherfuckers
right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em
dead bitch
Shoot'em in the fuckin head, go
ahead bitch
Slap my mom, slap the f*ck outa
her!
She cant sue you, she wouldnt get
a buck out of you
Cuz your broke as fuck you suck
your a fuckin joke
If you was really sellin coke,
well then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you slew
some crack
you'd make alot more money than
you do from rap
You never had no security, you'll
never be famous
You'l never now what its like to
be rich, lifes a bitch aint it?
Raymond, here, let me break this
shit down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure
that you can understand this
and Canibus they usin too many
complicated fuckin words for you
Here then let me slow it down for
you
so you can understand if I say
it slower:
Let it go dawg it's over
[Chorus]
[Eminem talkin]
Haha
Talkin bout I have motherfuckers
callin your crib
bitch you aint even got a fuckin
crib
You aint even got a fuckin phone,
fuckin punk
Threatened to shut me down at your
little fuckin Source magazine
if I come back then you would attack
me, bitch you attacked me first
take it like a man and shut the
fuck up
and fuck your little magazine too
I dont need your fuckin magazine,
I got XXL number anywayz
And yall cant stand it cuz there
gettin bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, howed I look
on the VMAs?
When you was watchin me from whatever
fuckin TV you was watchin me from
in Boston
The mean streets of Boston, fuckin
sissy
Like you got us scared in the motherfucker,
suck our motherfuckin dicks
Oh, and for those thats dont know,
dont get it twisted yo, the Source
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