Tim Westwood Freestyle - Eminem (埃米纳姆)

Welcome to the ill world of Mr P-O

Aye keep the talk B; I'm tryna see dough

If it ain't about bread what we gon' speak fo

If it ain't no lead then it ain't no beef bro

You better get a leash cause your freak ho

Specialize in wood like she Home Depot

I'm like Chico DeBarge we stars

Roscoe P Coltrane in these bars man

Amtrak I'll break her damn back man

It's Ralph Lauren this ain't no damn Chaps

It's all Polo; I'm so pro though

You bird-crazy: El Pollo Loco

Talking bout cheese and this ain't no photo

Asking bout rings like the ho know Frodo

You better get out of my house and sh*t

I think I threw up in my mouth a bit I'm sick

Niggas be lying talking 'bout that bust a heater

Once I see him maybe more like Justin Bieber

Leaving my rivals underground like Skyzoo's how I do

I have her laying in the street and bleeding

Butt naked with a bullet in his muthaf**king head like Erykah Badu

I find irony in being in a place

Where I'm wearing Gucci mayne; getting White boy wasted

I tell a ni**a break bread or take lead

I'm tryna get rid of this weight like K-Fed

Me and Denaun got a gangsta bond

We like that once-in-a-lifetime thang to you that ain't the prom

The next MC that rhyme official with ref with a whistle

That ain't Young Money I'mma definitely diss you

If you rhyming packing a Mac with back of the Acura

Or perhaps you can't match my spectacular vernacular

You still rhyming bottles with models college for knowledge

Using the word swagger you're probably garbage

You thugs funny comparing 5'9" to anybody

You comparing Superman to Bugs Bunny

I'm like a White Michael - Vick psycho enough to stick

Michael J Fox in a microwave with a Rott

I might make a little Alizé with a side of NyQuil

And ride a motorcycle bike right through the side of my high school

Satan's disciple with a sniper rifle and a knife and a white diaper

Liable to sh*t on you while I snipe you

So d**e he gets off opiates what an appropriate

Way to start off his day; he may just smart off to Dre

He may be hard to contain cause his rage is so hard to gauge

See Hannibal ate his face and met Jason gnawed off his leg

Amazing hard-on for razors and blades and anything sharp

Even poisonous darts; it all plays a major part of his game

Holy water won't ward him off crucifixes won't do the trick

He's so sick it's ridiculous; sawed the crazy part off his brain

He's still insane why's there bloodstains on his carpet mane

There's some crazy sh*t going on in Shady's apartment again

Okay it's back to the blocks slinging yay like the old days

Superman on the beat I carry my whole state

You wooden legs to a house: you can't hold weight

Oh sh*t it's O'Shea Jackson okay

A little bit of this twisted out with Obama in it

Mr Porter back with anthrax like Osama sent him

B**ch I'm all that; I drive the girls crazy

They gotta look at Rorschachs to get they thoughts back

I ain't a small fry small ticker small tack

I make 'em all cry with big dick and raw sack

The potblood of science to return a raw rap

I'm the best mayne: Eli Porter stance

Y'all b**ches should call Nickle the Don Bishop

A poet a mixer of Don Goines and John Grisham

Flow'll have you rewinding it four or five times

That landmine rhyme written with porcupine line

Step up in here with the Slaughterhouse

C O B Gang will approach you and bend ya gun barrel to a Horseshoe

Only f**k wit monsters we the truth monsters will pop up on you

Like you said Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

I can't even see the booth I could fit Stevie's shoe

I'm sick I got the Desert Eagle flu

I'm rich lil' ni**a we don't need a cent we Teflon

The doctor tried to take blood the needle bent ask mom

Outta my mind if you can imagine

Using Magic's johnson without a condom I'm bonkers

Got the streets going dude it's tremendous

If I come for ya blood I ain't gon' be using syringes

Newsflash I'm still trashed them pills should'a killed my a**

But they didn't they just made me stronger

It's like they rebuilt my a** like the Six Million Dollar Man after the crash

It's Aftermath b**ch and my milk glass is still half-empty

Yeah tempt me Hell isn't enough

They need to invent somewhere new to send me

As sick as I'm getting they'll stick me in a conventional oven

With a rotisserie setting and won't even notice me sweating

Sh*t I done made a verse said some foul sh*t

Tryna go back fix it f**ked around and just made it worse

Yeah I'm back looking no worse for wear got these haters

Mad enough to rip off their hair and start punching the air

Panties so in a bunch that they can't function

It's Shady and Royce f**k yeah what a dysfunctional pair

So stop acting like a punk get a pair

Take a pill and fall the f**k out spill ya lunch in the chair

Look I'm sick somebody better get the Dimetapp

Who I gotta shoot just to prove that I can rap

People ask where my shine is at

I say check the liner notes I done done all kinda crap

I am so much of a star b**ch

That I can fart and piss on the red carpet

Look my bank account's retarded

My debit card's got a helmet and a harness hey

Meet demands but they all are harmless

At shows my riders always the largest

I need four pounds of fried poultry carcass

And red M&Ms chartered from Charlotte

Look and if you try to act dumb and start sh*t

I just yell at em like I'm the artist

In fact that you know the deal

If you wanna play sick we can all get ill

Look: measles mumps I made you b**ches

I don't need you chumps y'all got cheese and I need my chunks

Hurry up so I can go to burn rubber and get some more dunks

Now if your attitude determines your latitude

This house that we call hip-hop I'm in the attic fool

A mic and two turntables fit for the unstable

Converted to a padded room keep a street sweeper in fact

I call the mag a broom you seeing beef seeing things

You must'a had yourself a bag of shrooms I make a call

Make 'em fake a fall my clique is too sick say goodbye

In the streets where the stakes is high like Ruth's Chris

I'm from the city of true sh*t

Where the mayor went to jail for being a player right after Proof split

Levels the head of competitors Royce that

I'm drinking everyday til Hex Murda get his regular voice back

Ras I got ya look scared at ya blast from ya

From a block away; ask Tricky I'm that niggie

I'm mo hooder than black Dickies

I rap like committing suicide in the booth taking the track with me

Patrón's in my chromosomes in order to leave it alone

You have to ween me off that Lorena Bobbitt chopper'd

Knock a weenie off put your body between chalk

I'm squeezing the nine iron like I'm swinging golf

I'm with the best rapper alive put something on it

Your sound's plain as a cheeseburger with nothing on it

I'll do a hundred-yard dash just to slash Kim Kardash' in the a**

With a shard of glass from Nick Hogan's car crash

You may look like the passenger for that don't be a smartass

Yeah laugh while you sit there thinking that the hard part passed

You ain't seen pain till Leatherface flips mayne

I'll cut ya f**king balls off homie my saw's off the chain

I chopped the b**ch in half with it sawed off her legs

And the top half of the torso f**king crawled off insane

I ain't seen sh*t like that since I went to Mike Jack's

And took the Elephant Man's skull f**ked it and put it right back

Handed my dick to Bubbles while he sucked it and licked my nut sack

Gave him a reach-around while I f**ked him right in his butt crack

Nah I ain't taking it back faggot f**k that

I give a f**k about nothing so here's where you f**ked up at

Don't go touching that can man; you don't wanna open up that

Wait a min ah sh*t Alchemist cut that