First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish White So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead I keep 'em comin while you runnin out of breath Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya with your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released Evidence, don't fuck around with real MC's who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks I let you faggots know it's on for life but Everlast might die tonight, haha Fat boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know!
[Chorus: Eminem] Grab 380's when you see Slim Shady Call the doctor to heal your heart They shocked you back to life at the clinic but you 'bout to get relapsed any minute Honkey, I hit 'em up!
Hahaha, yo check this out You faggots ain't even on my level I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!
[Kon Artis:] Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Whitey Ford's heart just stopped Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack Whitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin back Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are At your own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch
[Kuniva:] Ha ha, now we got the whole industry makin fun of you Erik Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round with some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfuckin Belle Isle Bridge
[Chorus:] You just a.. quitter, and you bitter cause I came along and the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you) You just a.. quitter, and you bitter cause I came along and the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
[Eminem:] Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still this ain't no freestyle battle Everlast gettin killed with his chest open Tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin Havin a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime cause you SUCK motherfucker you should learn to rhyme Talkin 'bout you packin pistols but it's funny to me You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me I'm a paleface killer whale on his way to fuckin prison, pistol whippin tail, ha Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that day? That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha Now it's all about country, you gave up hip-hop Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit drop while my sales makin records break Two and a half million scanned by the second week Motherfucker I hit 'em up!
[Proof:] I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half Fuck the music, we got an uzi for all you fags Get the shit out of our stereo, Dilated you violated Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you Iriscience get choked up and yoked up All you underground bitches get your throats cut
[Swifty:] What the fuck?! Is you stupid? I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin guitar cord and stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box with sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you