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To all my fans, keeping in health Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go himself 'cause its cruel when you cause a bad condition-in Which I create, 'cause that's my So close, to what we say, Because... This of fag claims that every gay
I, knew you was jealous from the day I met you I you, 'cause I get respect I bet you I'm even better by your neice and nephew Now you Fred because leathal left you Peckerwood mad his record went wood No respect in the hood, led to his of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found a in his blood And said, "Heck, western rap records are good!" So he picks a up and he strums a few notes He can't rap, or sing, but he to do both Puts an album out, and for part of the year Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come out of nowhere It's the start of an era, rock rap's this year No one's tryin to hear some fuckin old in a chair Sittin on stage, acoustic guitar in your ear So you start to get scared, sit back and an idear Figured you can diss me to jump start career I'll punch you in your fuckin til your heart kicks in gear the underground partys, names, his crew Like I'ma say their names so can be famous too
You a...
Quitter and you bitter I came along And your of house of pain are gone If you talk about my little in a song again I'ma you (I'ma kill you)
You a...
Quitter and you 'cause I came along And your of house of pain are gone If you about my little girl in a song again kill you (I'ma kill you)
Heart attack to stroke from the crack you To the rap you wrote your answer back's a joke And I'm gonna tell these fans the truth The reason why you dissed me first and I you You said I passed you in a and I glanced at you I ain't notice you, bitch, I had a show to do Like I'm supposed to be starstruck, come to you You better shut your fuckin while you 0 for 2 Back in 94 limp opened a for you Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole from you your motherfuckin DJ and stole him too So you in a slump and get all emotional So now you sing and mix slang blues and pluck strings Confused as fuck now your music sucks dick Mister ass kisser to get accepted in rap but never last and Everlast is a...
Quitter and you 'cause I came along And your days of house of pain are If you talk about my little in a song again I'ma you (I'ma kill you)
You a...
and you bitter 'cause I came along And your days of of pain are gone If you about my little girl in a song again I'ma you (I'ma kill you)
look... So this is what we ask of our If you see Everlast, whoop his ass Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, shit at him him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitchslap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken Do it for Ice T, do it just to do it, IT He's a bitch, he ain't hit you back, he's nothin Shit, in five years, we're all gonna be eating at And he'll be tables in that bitch, cleaning the toilets Hey yo...
[Eminem
Fuck this, cut shit off. Hey yo, Head. why I fucked your mother, you fat motherfucker
[Scratching/2 "Hit 'Em Up"]
Kill Whitey, HAHAHA Kill Whitey, DETROIT, WHAT! Yo, Yo, look, look, Kill
First off, fuck your songs and the you say Diss my wife, but at I got a bitch, you gay You claim to be a muslum, but you So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's Plus I cut you in the chest, weak I rip Whitey Ford, and White, lethargic ass dick head I em comin while you runnin out of breath Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to go ask your people how I leave ya With your three cds sees, when they released Evidence, don't fuck around with real Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck I let you faggots know it's on for But Everlast die tonight, HAHA Fat boy on wax and killed Fuck with me and take a pill, YOU KNOW!
Grab 380s you see Slim Shady Call the doctor to heal your They shocked you to life at the clinic But you bout to get relapsed any minute, I hit 'em up
talking...]
HAHAHA, Yo, check this out, you ain't even on my level. I'ma let D12 rhyme on you bitch ass faggots!
Artis]
Yo, get out the way, yo Get out the way, yo Whitey Ford's heart just shocked him back, he had another heart attack Whitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for back Little faggot amarillo, I show you what are ? At own restuarant while I'm servin ya Drop and stomp whole heart til it stops Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass he walks [in locks?]
Now we got the industry makin fun of you Eric Where's your house of pain now, there's one of you Eric You a coward, you ain't ready to steady go around some killers from seven mile to the motherfuckin bellow, bridge
2]
Grab 380s when you see Shady Call the doctor to heal heart They shocked you to life at the clinic But you bout to get any minute, honkey I hit 'em up
Got on his ass and now faggot want to mention me still This ain't no freestyle battle, gettin killed With his chest open, tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you chokin Havin a stroke, and now you learn white crackers never a dime 'cause you suck motherfucker you learn to rhyme Talkin bout you packin pistols, but it's to me You ain't never been in trouble, you wanna be me I'm a faced killer WHALE On his way to fuckin prison pistol tail, ha Eric, remember I passed you in the lobby that day That shit was obvious you was gay, ha Now it's all bout country, you up hip-hop 49,000 copies, the week your shit While my sales making break 2 and a half million by the second week fucker I hit em up
[D12 and Eminem on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]
I'm from Pemberton now Four tear you in half Fuck the we got a oouzi for all you fags Get this shit out of my YOU VIOLATED Now you bout to get We gon burry you, [?] Cire's [?] get choked up and up All you underground bitches get throats cut
What the fuck, is you I choked Whitey Ford with his guitar cord And him in cardboard Chopped up in a box, with sixteen I stomped on his heart D12 you filled [?] Fucked mother while you watch Keep your restuarant and block your door 'cause we hit 'em up like motherfuckin Tupac
You a, black Jesus, heart seizures, Too many cheeseburgers, McDonald's Big Mac White Devil, washed up up cracker who crossed over the country
Haha, oh hell! Cut shit off, SHIT.. fuck him. it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done. it. I'm sorry. No more. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise. I just believe in kicking a man he's down. God DAMN...I quit. Mention my daughter's name in a song again, you punk. HEY YO.