Alright, we're about to blast the hell out of it
"Trail, what's your position?"
"Got two ships down, one just crashed"
"Aircraft going south of the RV
South of the RV, south in six minutes"
"Okay, here it come"
"Holy shit"
But, uh, like, honestly, I didn't let him have it yet, you know?
His, his little whatever, like, barely peaked my radar, you know?
So hopefully he'll do something better to, like (Warland)
Get my attention or whatever
(Call us haters all you want)
Fuck it, call me a hater, full-blown instigator
Leavin' niggas on incubators breathin' like Darth Vader
I hate people that pack guns but they don't bust 'em
Or bitches that come back to my room but they ain't fuckin'
Pistol clutchin' a dozen, you heard it, don't get it misconstrued
Whatever we do will hit the news once we get the tool
You're an MC and you mention my name in the wrong way
You draw first blood, I'ma come after you
You pushed D12 to the side to sign Voltron 5
If Proof was alive, he'd be dyin' inside
You ain't no hip-hop messiah, you a bitch 'cause you dissed Mariah
Shit like that supposed to be private
I'ma fry you on behalf of Mariah and Michael
Put you back on them drugs, make you suicidal
You can't shut the record down, nigga, it's viral
When you use the word "nigga," just remember your idols
I got a question, I'm white, can I join D12?
I'll sell you four million records, then I'll tell you, "Go to Hell"
Need Swifty in charge, and remove all the stars
And make the group wish Bizarre shot pool in a bar
And a stoked lawyer's 'bout to be suin' us all
I really do hope you know who get involved
'Cause I'm a fan and I'm itchin' for a Nick Cannon dissin'
And you already know I fuckin' sip Canibus'
And I hate a bitch-ass nigga just as much as I hate fags
I love goin' to war, but I hate when they raise the flag
These niggas hate in the streets, spittin' venom on me
To start reneging the beef, I hate peace treaties
Forever your enemy, I increase beatings
Amityville's finest, I don't believe in stoppin' violence
I'm a tyrant that'll snatch my respect and scram
I use an Uzi 'cause I hate a TEC when it jams
I hate when crews treat this life like a movie
Usin' rappin' as excuse to do shit
And they only move keys in the booth
I piss on niggas' kids, whoever's grown
Passes and tombstones, I hate a mask
When I break into a home, I'm bare-faced
I clap the cat, Ram jacket, that's what I wear in black
And I hate goin' out the back
And call me a hater, walkin' detonator, I ain't afraid
To stick this blade to your fade in front of spectators
You're an MC, you're big, small, it doesn't matter
No matter how big I get, I just want people to know me
I hate
You the devil in a red dress on MTV
You signed more Black people than a basketball team
What you tryna say subconsciously? You can't rock a beat like me
Consciously, you know I rock you to sleep
Slim Shady, you a coward 'cause you scared to rap with me
The only Black man you respect was 50
And the greatest rapper of all time was dead right, you dead wrong
You shouldn't even have been on that song
He fell off so hard, this faggot broke his accent
I'm flippin' through the channels, seen Bruno get his ass sniffed
And I'm disgusted, man, what the fuck is wrong with you?
Why'd you date Mariah? Mariah's not a fuckin' dude
You never even saw her nude and you bust it too
Must've been thinkin' 'bout your stepdad touchin' you
But that ain't nothin' new, I asked your ugly crew
They verified it, so, bitch, quit lyin'
I remember the first time we met, I ain't even like you
Walkin' around my video set like you was in high school
It must excite you seein' Black people bein' tribal
That's why Dr. Dre signed you
I bet you right now, you got Big Rock and Rosenberg beside you
Tryna be just like your father inside you
You Stan Android fanboys need to kill that noise
I know what you thinkin', "Kill that boy"
We leavin' Elvis funny money-makin' pelvis shattered
Let's see you square-dance now, let's see you hold your bladder
Let's see you fire back, Em, where's the fire at?
It's suicide hotline time, go dial that
Put on that 8 Mile hat and write a vile track
Get at some people that can actually diss you back
No more target practice on retarded actors
And pop stars, Marshall, you're not hard
Whatever happens to me in this game
I've always got my ear to the street
Whatever happens to me in this game
I've always got my ear to the street
Whatever happens to me in this game
I've always got my ear to the street
Renegade shrenegade, you pink like lemonade
I been better than you before Genesis was made
You ain't better than Black Thought, you ain't better than Mos Def
You ain't better than Canibus, Professor Griff, Hotep
So renegade shrenegade, you pink like lemonade
I penetrate through Halley's Comet with metal blades
Yeah, you and I both know why I'm sayin' this
I hope Whoo Kid get fired for playin' this
Get off, Nikolai Volkoff, mazel tov
Ready to show off,.44 will blow your door off
Born off speed, born off a bean, that's a nine scene
Bitch, this ain't dream, bitch, I'm the king
Color me bad, skinny jeans, what happened to the sag?
You makin' me mad, y'all a bunch of J.J. Fag
Now who the fuck is bad? Motherfucker, I'm back
Call me a hater
You know, I'm kind of doing this deliberately
'Cause I want a reaction from him
Oh, you want us to get him on, go at it?
Well, I don't know, it takes up a whole hour
We don't have a lot of time, so we can do that later
Hahaha
Fake niggas and they go tattle
It's just like when Eminem and Canibus had a battle
But you can't fade me, though
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