[Eminem:]

Instinctive nature, to bring the anguish (yeah) to the English language

With this ink, you haters get wrote on like a piece of paper

This rap shit got me travelin' place to place, you barely leave your house

'Cause you're always stuck at your pad, it's stationary

Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out

Simon Cowell's rhymin' foul, that's why you sound so shook

Why your bound notebook got tied around your throat

Hook it inside your mouth, go...

That's what it's like when the mic is out

'Cause I'm tearin' at your fleshful dead

'Til your larynx and neck are split

With these lyrics, weapons expert with

Like hair extensions, extra clips

And you're scared to effin' death of it

Bitch, you're starin' at a legend that

In a pair of Sketcher, sweatshirt ripped

And hoodie black, should be strapped to a chair or stretcher

Electric, swear on every record, bitch

Finger so high in the air, I bet your senses flip

Like a barometric pressure switch

Carin' less who I offend with this

I'm at your neck like Pez dispense

Go 'head, spit your flow, bitch...



[Phresher:]

I'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic

And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with

This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit

I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah



[Eminem & Phresher:]

And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you

All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?

My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose

And all at once just to have somethin' to chew...



[Eminem:]

Yeah, uh

And still conjoined at the hip with hop

Still on point and poignant

Skilled as Floyd is

And it's filled and still no filter, boy

I'll put you in your place (yeah) like a realtor, boy

You still ain't in the buldin', boy

I will destroy shit, even as I build it

Get the drill bit, pen is filled with poison

Which is the source, easy to still pinpoint it

Like what? Like a real thin joint, it

What? Comes on Quilted Northern

And what? In a built-in toilet

Yeah, bitch I told you I'm a dog (woof, woof)

I wouldn't heal with ointment

Way I'm kickin' these fairies tails

Should write a children's storybook (yeah)

Million voices in my head, but still get a little bit of thrill

And some real enjoyment

Off what? Off the feel of going in

Like? Like your bitch when she gives me brain

Like she thinks I'm dumb

Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come

'Til I feel anointed

She makes iller noises

When she's with me, must be from the Windy City

Pretty apparent, she's a M.I.L.F. when blowin' me

'Cause like Kandor and two, rippin' the condom in two, woo

Dick is a bargain or two, now I'm gettin' blue like Kolonopins

Rude Jude, I go there, you wouldn't

Well, I still have a few views, and comment on you

Just not YouTube, 'cause...



[Phresher:]

I'm at your throat like chloraseptic, 'septic

And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with

This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit

I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah



[Eminem:]

You're a has-been

That has been the case since back when

You last went and threw your hat in the race

You've been trash

Stick your raps in the trash bin

Or end up in my next rhyme

You're a f**kboy, so next time

It's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant

With a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan, yeah!

Now watch me set it like correct time

All you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex time

I clock rejects into the next line

Talkin' reckless, that is just my

Strongest suit, but you can get my

Columbian neck tie

Prostitute just climb in the Humvee and lets ride

Why you hitching at night?

I put an end to your life (sex crime)

Kidding aside, insidious vibe

Girl, you know you got the prettiest eyes

But all you're getting is bribe

Ending your life to try to get you inside

Then we gon' end up spending the night

And I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe

What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck

Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her

Up, binds up, cuts, slices her twice

But the muff diver must just like it rough

f**k right in her vagina, blood

Flies up, under thighs, ugh, like a gyser, uh

Music, please

Enthusi', instead of roofie

Goal is to get a floozie inside the jacuzzi

And have a loosie, goosey as coozie is with an Uzi

But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen

Glued me be, I'm truTV, you're too PG

I'm Schoolly D, you're spoony, G

No diss there, just notice there are no similarities that we share

Besides the fact we breathe air

Happily married, to rap and I'm glad that we buried

The hatchet and patched it up

Now I'm back to ratchet up my attack

And I'm at your mothaf**kin' throat like...



[Phresher:]

Chloraseptic, 'septic

And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex with

This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit

I'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah



[Eminem & Phresher:]

And I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you

All at once like I had nothin' to lose, what can I do?

My appetite for destruction is loose, destruction is loose

And all at once just to have somethin' to chew...