[DJ scratching] - "Do it!"
[Eminem]
Skippin in through the back door, fruity MC`s get ambushed
Rammed and squooshed, slammed and pushed, crammed and mushed
And I`m movin on down from the right to left
So bite the meth or prepare to fight to death
To get jacked, attacked and cracked in two
Smackin through `til youre black and blue for actin true
I`m dreaded like a man whose hair is all strands
Crews battle me sniffin on aerosol cans
I`m stompin, I`m kickin, I`m chokin, I`m stampin
I`m coughin, I`m stickin and pokin and clampin em
two electric chairs and tightenin bolts
Hit em with frightening jolts of lightning bolts
I`m zappin, rappers, singers, and dancers
Faster than you could smack the figures for ransom
Cancer`s in the flesh, alive and breathin
Survivin by connivin and theivein
[DJ scratching] - "Do it!", "Eat em up"
[Eminem]
I had a dream I was gettin jacked by biters
It felt like I was bein attacked by spiders
Developin a fear of biterphobia
I`m holdin a gas can and lighter over ya
If I detect ya, I`ma pulverize
Dissect your brain, diggin in your skull for lies
And I`ma torture, with material iller
than a stark ravin mad serial killer
I`m more dangerous than a loader chamber is
A major risk to a plagurist
So beware of the aura, A terror for the horrible
What will scare ya tomorrow, is the airbourne assault of the rappers
Hit the sorce of developin skills,
I head for the border
And run the Galloping Hills, the choice is yours
Cause now bodies noises force me to scream til my voice is hoarse
Cause I`m sick of these ametures who rap like debatures and sabatuers that bite like labradors
In the range of my double-barrel
And your life is in danger, trouble, and peril
[DJ scratching]
[Eminem]
I trample and stamp liars, like they were campfires
Cause vampires bite on my balls and clamp pliers
And swing on my big thingamajig
So I`m bringin my nig Proof for backup when I sing at my gig
Cause biters are fallin head over heels
In love with every rhyme that I said over reels
That`s how I became paranoid
Chewin my fingernails, pullin my hair annoyed
Cause every time you bit it was deliberate
So I`m forced to hit a little quicker with
an ultimatum I assault and slayed em
with rhymes and it`s ultimatum just to cultivate em
Energetic and imaginative,
pronouns and verbs, predicates and adjectives
Reach out and grab ya, 9 times outta 10
That`s why I`m spilling my mother f(cut) rhymes out a pen
[DJ scratching] - "Everybody walk out the back door"
[DJ scratching to fade]
