3 man

[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