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Intro: scratches by DJ Mighty Mi
"Shady! That's me!" -> Eminem
"High and Mighty Trilogy" -> Mr. Eon
"Back with the flyest material" -> Erick
[We rock Polo] You cop Chaps at TJMaxx
Think that you could battle me and win? Next plan
There's a better chance of Eminem joinin X-Clan
'cause we
them happy campers

Little laughter
Shit nappers

[Eminem]
I'll puke eat and freak you
Battle, I'm too weeded to speak to
The only key that I see
Here comes a rhyme in your ear
Craig Mack is here, so have no fear
My rhymes push the hack to the rear
I'm severe, rap pioneer, with funk I steer,
Hey brooklyn hard rock your style is mad tight! 
Your style is mad tight your style is mad tight!! 
Hey brooklyn hard rock your style is mad tight!
With yellow eyes  my green face  my pink and white afro 
I'm no toy kid  your style is made by Hasbro 
G'niff gnapp  you think you got that real
nigga status, spitting of dead rap
Taliking about cats that you filled up with lead caps
But I filled lead like ?
"I can find your style ?" Even with
at home lonely
Praying to my Eminem shrine holding a rosary

[SOS]
I can battle rappers for cash or sell trees
but I feel like Will High, cause I just want
the Raids when the cops approaches 
Man my style is just too ferocious 
Been spitting potent dope for years, that's why I overdoses 
Now I'm gonna tell you
do terror 
Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated 
Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it 
Players is getting traded 
I drop
Unquotable, sociable thirty-eight caliber style swayin'
Open your mind to visualize what I'm sayin'
The products of the streets don't be playin'

It's a bloody
interamentally
When I stumbled upon this resolution
By using a special fusion of chemical solution for thisresolution

You couldn't see me with binoculars
I
frustrated cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of wack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
tapped my line and got zero
Rap pro diamond roll, hustling low
Pro-file white gold style, raking bloody dough by the pile
Shot down still alive he
me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they want to fuck
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that
Slick with the raps I'm bringing, I'm killin' any cats in Sing Sing
Your cat wanna battle me? Bring him in the ring ring
And see this killa be sting him
still couldn't catch us, manuever on the mic or lose
heads like John the Baptist
When I rap this whack MC's feel the rapture
Others fugitive style your
huh, you know my style 

I drop lyrics wham bam by the gram on a jam 

And gooooooood DAMN! 

It's like a disaster that nobody goes after
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you

I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
that I crafted
Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered
By a psychopathic, way beyond an average
Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it

What's
crafted
I'm another deadly venom style to be mastered
By a psychopathic, way beyond an average
Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it

What's that
up in the air, yeah, just like that now
Chill, and watch me rap cause I'm flowing (Flowing)
Just like water I slaughter (Slaughter)
A battle, put me in
And throw it up in the air, yeah, just like that now
Chill, and watch me rap cause I'm flowing (Flowing)
Just like water I slaughter (Slaughter)
A battle
to battle swing?  I bring commanding men, like I was king.
In all your dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen King.
Cling to false, also those papers
their ass cheeks yellin Geronimo
It ain't a problem at all when K solve
Three-hundred and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards
Are charged, by my entourage,