[Eminem talkin'] It's all bad now man, it's all bad But y'all done fucked up now Yeah ha ha, new shit, hey yo I just want the whole world to know: That I did not start this, but I will finish it
[Verse] Comin' up it never mattered what color you was If you could spit then you could spit, that's it, that's what it was Back when, motherfuckers was straight back packin' Cypherin', fightin' for life in this rap for the mic to get past and you psyched and you gasped and you hyped 'cause you last and you might whoop some ass If you lost then you lost shake hands like a man and you swallowed it, when the unsigned hype column at The Source was like, the only source of light When the mics used to mean somethin, a four was like you were the shit, now it's like the least you get three and a half now just means you a peice of shit four and a half or five, means you Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino, shit I dont think you even realize you playin' with motherfuckers' lives, I don't watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic, probably cuz I was on it Now you fucked me outa my mics twice I let it slide I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a five Shit I was right, I'da fuckin died already tryin' I swear to God I never lie I bet thats why you let that bitch give me that bullshit review I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit we knew You'd probly try to fuck us with Obie and 50 too Fuck a relationship we through No more Source with street cred, them days is dead Dre's got A-Ks to Dave Mase's head Every issue there's an eight page Made-Mens spread Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head That I am not afraid, he's just a fuckin waste of lead on my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple So listen closely, as I break it down and proceed This old Gs bout to get smoked like raw weed You dont know me or my motherfuckin mother you motherfuckin punk Put me on your fuckin cover to sell your little sell out mag I ain't mad, I feel bad, heres an ad, heres a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad You wanna talk about some shit that you don't know about? Yeah! Let's talk about how you're puttin' you own son out there To try to eat off him, 'cause you missed your boat You're never gonna float bitch your just too old No wonder your sore now, whore, you're bored now Im pushin' thirty your kickin' fourty's door down Bitch this is war now, and you'll never beat me all you do is cheat me out of quatables but you know that you'll always see me on your TV 'cause you gotta stay up 'till three in the morning To see your video played once on BET So he-he-he who has the last laugh? Aftermath yeah so on behalf on our whole staff kiss our ass-hole cracks we'll never fold or hold back! Just know that Benzinos wack no matter how many times I say his name, he'll never blow jack! Your better off tryin' to bring R-S-O back! Look at your track record that's how far it goes back! It's extortion, and now it's a portion! So half of the staff up there is fresh 'outta jail from Boston! Bullyin' and bossin', gave like a slave they completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay locked in his own office! Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangster in New York! And it's pittyful, 'cause I woulda never said shit if you kept your mouth shut! Bitch now what? Hit a clue, spit it slay New shit, exclusive you're layin in your whoo kid! You know what to do with this: use it! I'm through, this is stupid, I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this...
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