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- [Wiz]
- Put these muthafuckas in a box and I send ‘em away
- Put 'em in a gray 'Lac and pop the trunk
- Hey throw 'em in the back, jack, I dig ‘em a grave
- Put a brick inside that Xerox, when I print ‘em a page
- Moving keys I can't relate, cause I live in a cage
- I throw up the A, I take ‘em to school,
- I give em a grade, an easy E for effort
- That's WWA, white with an attitude
- Alphabet soup is on my plate
- All I got is Z’s they sleeping on me, I can’t get ‘em awake
- I spoon feed them the sound in a room full of deceivers and clowns
- Who believe they making it rain cause all they see is the clouds
- And I watch from the couch of the VIP
- Like a potato with a bunch of meatheads like fuck it
- I just feed em a cow
- Plenty of white boys to pick from this year
- But before you can pick a pepper, you better pick up your heater
- Cause even Peter Piper could pick up a mic
- But what it's like to pick a fight with me
- It’s like putting Nikes on a cheetah, betta speed up
- Or at least in my case Addidas
- I'm out this bitch drinking Sprite by the 2 liter
- Holler, Shady records
- [Eminem:]
- Wait, can I rap?
- You ’bout to see peace destroyed
- It’ll never be restored
- When I unleash these beastly hoards on your CD stores
- Wanna stop it, you gon' need a priest and at least three swords
- A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, 3 Ouija boards
- And a squeegee and please be warned don’t ask for the squeegees for
- Or the holy water, acid rap that’ll eat these floors
- Eat a hole in a rhyme book, you see these horns?
- And as for me, you ask when I’m gone "will he be mourned?"
- Is puke luke warm? Should Casey Anthony do porn?
- Can that chick fit a newborn dead baby inside a freakin' shoebox
- With a shoehorn, smothered in chloroform so she can go get her groove on?
- Can she duct tape and Velcro a fetus? Joell yo,
- Tell Joe I need his empty box from his old shell toe adidas
- So I can put these babies in the fetal position,
- They’re getting elbows to the penis
- Yeah, big deal. I took some little kids big wheel
- And spit in his fricken big kids meal
- Quit tryna bite me and pinch, you wench, sit still
- You just put your six inch heel through my Benz windshield?
- Is it dust we bout to kick up?
- Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup?
- Between a stick shift in his fricken pick up
- And drink like a hick, redneck, hillbilly will till he gets hiccups?
- Flippin' the script up like Mike Vick
- Get bit in his junk by a pit, yup I’m a sick pup
- I’d be a horrible magician
- Cause I’d fuck that trick up
- Fix ya lips up to say something fly, or zip up
- A B? Let’s C. You said you were gonna do X Y Z
- Till you fuck around and get dropped like an E
- When you add an I N G
- Don’t put a K in front of that though, when I MC
- Cause I’m not the king of this microphone booth
- It’s more like a phonebooth
- Superman in this bitch, kryptonite won’t do
- It gives me more power, I bump the fat boys and
- Eat rat poison, take meteor showers
- Fresh outta the mental hospital and me not flossing a middle finger
- While I hop in a mosh pit, will be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, you crazy?
- Me pushing up daisies? That thought is impossible
- As if flashing across the news, Posdnuos was caught with a prostitute
- With a huge Johnson, boobs, and a monstrous tube of lube
- And a bra, some boots, some panties, in an aqua blue Mazda
- Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil pool
- So kill the rumors it ain’t happenin'
- I’ma rap till I’m fossil fuel
- [R40]
- Rolled by and my speakers bumping
- Bass so hard got both of my feet thumping
- Pumping
- Stomping on the gas, think I'm gonna crash so fast that I'm gonna feel nothing
- Give me the mic cause I'm ripping it
- Going and flowing no one can hold it because I'm killing it
- Gettin' it
- Charlie Sheen
- Winning it
- Kid is sick, get him a Ritalin
- Adrenaline, pumping through my veins
- Something in my brain
- Must've broke
- I'm suddenly insane
- Running then jumping in the rain
- Wearing nothing but my Hanes
- And some boots cause you know that I'm the mane
- Killing every sentence and I'm slaying every syllable
- Murdering puns for fun and suffocating silly flows
- Didn't know this kid was cold spitting chilly flows
- Here he goes flowing like the milk in the cereal
- Hold up, wait a minute back it up
- So cold and I flow like an aqueduct
- I'm colder than the snow in Canada
- But I'm hotter than a summer in Panama
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