JD da MC
05-09-2005, 09:48 AM
Links: http://forum.eminem.net/showthread.php?p=122144#post122144
http://forum.eminem.net/showthread.php?p=122142#post122142
this guy claimin' he's skilled, he claimin' he's a Lyricologist/
i spill ill shit to finish this, suggest you see a gynecologist/
never see which way i'm coming, my style varies just like cheeses/
could let this out a gale, then let you slide and hit with breezes/
you plead mercy already, but i aint even just got started/
lyricly create a coffin 'round you, label it "Dearly Departed"/
your verses are fucked up, make it obvious you an amateur/
phat? you drooling over good rhymes, and motherfucker, i'm a famisher/
your rhymes are played out like the football, same old shit on every channel/
and when you think you've heard it all, hear it again, it's on The Panel*/
ABC, 123, lock ya door, swallow the key/
and then you'll see, you seem to be, nothing at all compared to me/
when i spit, it's tragic, this shit is hot, lyrical fire/
leave you with a full head scull cap, skinless like a burned-out tire/
leave you without grip, you're "screwed", i'm comin' down there to unhinge~ya/
feel drunken when you hear my skill, in this game i'm a binger/
should calm ya hormones, dude covered in pricks just like a cactus/
spitting this way, that way, think it through, your plan is tactless/
its useless, you can't win this shit, couldn't flow if you were whistling/
you'll know i'm here, when danger's near, can feel your neck hair bristling/
meh
http://forum.eminem.net/showthread.php?p=122142#post122142
this guy claimin' he's skilled, he claimin' he's a Lyricologist/
i spill ill shit to finish this, suggest you see a gynecologist/
never see which way i'm coming, my style varies just like cheeses/
could let this out a gale, then let you slide and hit with breezes/
you plead mercy already, but i aint even just got started/
lyricly create a coffin 'round you, label it "Dearly Departed"/
your verses are fucked up, make it obvious you an amateur/
phat? you drooling over good rhymes, and motherfucker, i'm a famisher/
your rhymes are played out like the football, same old shit on every channel/
and when you think you've heard it all, hear it again, it's on The Panel*/
ABC, 123, lock ya door, swallow the key/
and then you'll see, you seem to be, nothing at all compared to me/
when i spit, it's tragic, this shit is hot, lyrical fire/
leave you with a full head scull cap, skinless like a burned-out tire/
leave you without grip, you're "screwed", i'm comin' down there to unhinge~ya/
feel drunken when you hear my skill, in this game i'm a binger/
should calm ya hormones, dude covered in pricks just like a cactus/
spitting this way, that way, think it through, your plan is tactless/
its useless, you can't win this shit, couldn't flow if you were whistling/
you'll know i'm here, when danger's near, can feel your neck hair bristling/
meh