[Eminem:]
This m*********** here, just wont shut up will you?
Talk about I owe you, b**** you owe me
I'm promoting you right now
Yo lets put the nail in his coffin
[Chorus:]
I dont want to be like this
I dont really want to hurt no feelins
But Im only bein real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have heart attacks
and I dont want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity
[verse 1:]
I would never claim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year old fake Pacino
So how can he hold me over some balcony
without throwin his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, youl probably fall with me
and our a**** will both be history
But then again youll finally get your wish
cuz you be all over the street like 50 Cent
f***** punk p**** f*** you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont f*** you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you suck
d*** in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin
You sit behind a f***** desk at The Source b***-kissin
and beggin m************ for guest appearences
and you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists
dont even respect you or take you serious
Its not that we dont like you, we hate you - period
Talk about a mid-life crisis d***
last week you was shakin Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the f**** with that?
Get on a track dissin us kissin 50's a**
and askin me what I know about inditements-bite me
b**** I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standin in front of a judge like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife slicin her wrists
right in front of the only thing that you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I dont know s*** about no shoppin rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin spots?
When your the only white boy in that b**** just rippin
pressin up your own flyers and your stickers stickin
them b****** up after spendin six hours at Kinkos
Just makin copys of your covers of casette singles
to sell them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin your whole paychecks at Disc Makers
What you know about bein bullied over half your life?
Oh thats right, you **should** know what thats like, your half white
Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice, Im eaten you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin m************ right now
Kill a m*********** dead, kill'em dead b****
Shoot'em in the f***** head, go ahead b****
Slap my mom, slap the f*ck out of her!
She cant sue you, she wouldnt get a buck out of you
Cuz your broke as f*** you suck youre a f***** joke
If you was really sellin c**e, well then what the f***
you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack
you'd make alot more money than you do from rap
You'll never had no security, you'll never be famous
You'l never now what its like to be rich, lifes a b**** aint it?
Raymond, here, let me break this s*** down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus aint usin too many complicated f***** words for you
Here then let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg it's over
[Chorus]
[Eminem: talkin]
Haha
Talkin bout I have m************ callin your crib
b**** you aint even got a f***** crib
You ain't even got a f***** phone
f***** punk, threatening to shut me down at your f***** lil' source magazine
If I come back & want me to attack you, b**** you attacked me first
take it like a man and shut the f*** up
and f*** your little magazine too
I dont need your little f***** magazine, I got XXL's number anywayz
And yall cant stand it cuz their gettin bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, how'd I look on the VMAs?
When you was watchin me from whatever f***** TV you was watchin me from in
Boston
The mean streets of Boston, f***** sissy
And you got us scared up in here m***********, suck our m*********** d***s
Oh, and for those that dont know, dont get it twisted yo... The Source has a
white owner!
This m*********** here, just wont shut up will you?
Talk about I owe you, b**** you owe me
I'm promoting you right now
Yo lets put the nail in his coffin
[Chorus:]
I dont want to be like this
I dont really want to hurt no feelins
But Im only bein real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have heart attacks
and I dont want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity
[verse 1:]
I would never claim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 year old fake Pacino
So how can he hold me over some balcony
without throwin his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, youl probably fall with me
and our a**** will both be history
But then again youll finally get your wish
cuz you be all over the street like 50 Cent
f***** punk p**** f*** you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont f*** you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you suck
d*** in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin
You sit behind a f***** desk at The Source b***-kissin
and beggin m************ for guest appearences
and you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists
dont even respect you or take you serious
Its not that we dont like you, we hate you - period
Talk about a mid-life crisis d***
last week you was shakin Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the f**** with that?
Get on a track dissin us kissin 50's a**
and askin me what I know about inditements-bite me
b**** I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standin in front of a judge like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife slicin her wrists
right in front of the only thing that you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I dont know s*** about no shoppin rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin spots?
When your the only white boy in that b**** just rippin
pressin up your own flyers and your stickers stickin
them b****** up after spendin six hours at Kinkos
Just makin copys of your covers of casette singles
to sell them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin your whole paychecks at Disc Makers
What you know about bein bullied over half your life?
Oh thats right, you **should** know what thats like, your half white
Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice, Im eaten you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin m************ right now
Kill a m*********** dead, kill'em dead b****
Shoot'em in the f***** head, go ahead b****
Slap my mom, slap the f*ck out of her!
She cant sue you, she wouldnt get a buck out of you
Cuz your broke as f*** you suck youre a f***** joke
If you was really sellin c**e, well then what the f***
you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack
you'd make alot more money than you do from rap
You'll never had no security, you'll never be famous
You'l never now what its like to be rich, lifes a b**** aint it?
Raymond, here, let me break this s*** down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus aint usin too many complicated f***** words for you
Here then let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg it's over
[Chorus]
[Eminem: talkin]
Haha
Talkin bout I have m************ callin your crib
b**** you aint even got a f***** crib
You ain't even got a f***** phone
f***** punk, threatening to shut me down at your f***** lil' source magazine
If I come back & want me to attack you, b**** you attacked me first
take it like a man and shut the f*** up
and f*** your little magazine too
I dont need your little f***** magazine, I got XXL's number anywayz
And yall cant stand it cuz their gettin bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, how'd I look on the VMAs?
When you was watchin me from whatever f***** TV you was watchin me from in
Boston
The mean streets of Boston, f***** sissy
And you got us scared up in here m***********, suck our m*********** d***s
Oh, and for those that dont know, dont get it twisted yo... The Source has a
white owner!