Eminem
Eminem - Freestyle Battles (Rap Olympics 1997) songtekst
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I'm a tell you this for your own benefit Your shit was dope as hell, specially when you wrote ninety percent of it What you need to do is practice on your freestyles 'fore you come up missin' like snoop dogg's police files This type of *? * be sure that I'm spittin' Be hittin', you gonna pray to god this shit was written But it wasn't I'll kill a dozen rappers when I buzzin' Guzzlin', beat your ass like a jealous husband Now *ya boy? * you about to suffer and see north When you go in a coma longer than vladamir konstastinov Cut the damn machine off Get a clean cloth, and wipe this bloody video screen off I'm movin' in for the kill, plus I got the trap set I can tell your wack as fuck, and I ain't even hear you rap yet Look at you thinkin I'm about to whip his ass 'cause I'm a do some written shit, plus I get to go last Well guess what? even if I go first, it's no worse My shit's still gon' demolish yo verse I'm bout to slice you like a ginsu And anything you say can an will be used against you In a court of law, I'm short and raw Take you fuckin' shit and cut it off Yo, you wanna be a dope MC? Look, don't get mad and start taking your period out on me You wanna represent on the microphone but you rap sleazily I ain't about to battle this fake ass eazy-e There ain't no way I'm a do this bullshit I don't give a fuck, I'm loaded up with a full clip Time of the month, you couldn't get the tape of the day Take him away, I ripped him like a paper meche I've heard you rap before, you ain't about shit This whole battle was mismatched like your outfit Try to battle me and get your mouth split You sold out like ticketmaster outlet Ha ha, I bust and I crush, I don't give a fuck Ain't no way that you can fuck with us I'm givin back with pimp shit I'll laminate that ass in a badge and wear it at the rap olympics Blah-badee-blah-da-blah-blah, stop babblin' You so fuckin' wack I'm a walk away while you battlin' Fuck that, I'm on a brand new solo mission To make sure that wendy day kicks your ass out of the rap coalition I throw a switch at an execution With an overdose of devotion don't talk back, I'm the dope, bitch So who you sound like on the mic? There was only one tupac, your thug style's just one big syke Take a big hike, bitch you can't catch me Your best rhymes still ain't shit like a (?) What the fuck you wanna do? I'll battle anybody in your crew and I don't give a fuck I slaughter boys, especially wack ass emcees That will wear a fake ass corduroy I'm bout to make this mic short curcuit This beat is wack as fuck, this shit fits you perfect I got so many ways to diss you that I'm playful with'chyou I'll let a razor slit you 'til they have to staple stitch you And everybody in this fuckin' place'll miss you If you try to turn my facial tissue to a racial issue Nobody's hearin' you, you're a wack liar Damn, all you white jokes just backfired 'cause bitch you walkin' up the wrong street Now go tell all your boys you was beat by a honkey I don't give a fuck, I'lll kill ya, bitch You better recognize me like a look familiar Anything you say I'm a kill ya, grill ya When I fuckin' drill ya