my root down I kick it root down I put my root down So are we gonna kick it? Gonna kick it root down Are you wanna kick it? Gonna kick it root down So are
You sucker MC's, you bad face clown You five dollar boy and I'm a million dollar man Youse a sucker MC, and you're my fan You try to bite lines, but rhymes are
"Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god" [Lord Jamar] You like to taste the lead, well get your face fed After I'm done, you rather
cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god" [lord jamar] You like to taste the lead, well get your face fed After I'm done, you
lace it, you get punched in face with Puncutations of five-knuckle phrases I assure you the vocalist standin before you Will destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
[Overlapped lines from songs in the past] (OVERLAP 1) "I'll battle you on the net, I'll battle you in the flesh I'll battle you over the phone you can
s so crazy Look at the face of the media like you crazy You thought I'd fall, I'm sorry dawg you crazy Mirror, mirror on the wall, you are crazy I wonder
a nigga bumped and put up in the trunk If you wanna get tough enough, you get bucked, blast Put him on down and out, wildin' out done got you shot Should
, what's your twenty? Where are you anyway, Buffalo Roy? Are you out there? Come on in there, Buffalo Roy. 10-4. [Man's voice] Lissen, you. Shut up
Ballz, Ballz x2 You'll never touch my... [ Chorus ] [ Eminem ] Catch me if you can but you ain't man enough, You're standin' tough But you know that
your g for, geometry? This man of war beats cold on the seashore An deeo enough to take it to the sea floor Every single beat bangs like a c-4 We drop
gets none so I gotta beat my dick Times are hard in the ghetto, I gotta steal for a living Eating turkey-flavored now & laters for thanksgiving If that ain't enough
it smoke So stand back, you wanna rap? All of that can wait I won't push, I won't beat around the bush I wanna break upon those who are not supposed to You might try but you
Jigga If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain
tall sean manuscript Man you shit, all up in your pants when the cannon click Man I flip, on niggaz for no apparent reason Squeezin shots at you heathens, to stop you
'all realized, I be done touched you up Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what? Think again if you thought I gave a fuck! [Chorus: Mic Geronimo
the dog shit out of Nazis You claim you want to put in work Plotting to blow up a church See, you devils are all the same You'll gun down a congregation