Oh this is Eminem baby back up in that motherfucking ass One time for your mother mind we represent the 313 You know what I'm saying? cause they don't shit about this For the 9 6
1: Ayo my pen and paper cause a reaction To get your brain cause they be actin maniac in action A brainiac in fact son you mainly lack You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my spun My rhyming skills got you climbing I travel through your mind you spine like siren drills I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on With some ex rappers till their spinal disconnects We disinfect then the monologue, turn your system up Twist them up, and indulge in the smoke This is the season for noise contamination Examination of more cartoons animation My lamination of Hit's a snare and of track fucked up rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and I turn the stage into a wasteland... I'm
You heard of hell well I was sent it I went to it's and sentenced for murdering instruments Now I'm to repent from it But I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... I'm
2: Bust it, I let the beat so I can beat the sense of your elite defense I got some meat to mince some fruit to stompin and two feet to I greet intensive ladies, I spoil fans I foil plans and fluids leaking like oil pans My coiled around this microphone are lethal One in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people MC's are feeble, I came to cause some Battle a band of phony and stand the lonely one Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, There's never a greater since the burial of Jesus around and catch all of the venereal diseases My thesis will a stereo to pieces My accapella releases plastic masterpieces telekinesis And you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally With entity, meant to be Infinite
You heard of hell well I was sent it I went to it's surface and sentenced for instruments Now I'm trying to repent it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make attempt at it... I'm
3: Man I got evidence I'm dense and I been clever ever since My residence was hesitant to do some that represents the M-O So I'm all responsibility there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's Mic messaler, slamming a wrestler Here to make a mess of a smuggling embezzler No one is speacialer, My skill is I get cynical at a then I send a crew back to school I never packed a tool or acted cool, it practical I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, for your fancy In fact I can't see, or can't A man who ain't a lover of or a fan of scratching This is for my family, the kid who had a on my last jam Plus the man who had a plan B Be all you can be, cause once you make an hit I'm tense to be tempted when I see the sins my commit... I'm
You heard of hell I was sent from it I went to it's surface and for murdering instruments Now I'm trying to repent it But I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... I'm You heard of hell well I was sent it I went to it's surface and for murdering instruments Now I'm trying to from it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to another attempt at it... I'm