12 Minute Freestyle

[Verse 1: Eminem] I'll shove a gun in your grill, greasy and heated Smothered in hot mustard so when I feed it to you it's easy to eat it You need to be immediately treated While you're breathing And you'll be leaving the receiving room this evening with Jesus You hate on us? We'll be waiting on eight corners Swarming your hood with a thousand angry skateboarders I'll hop in a jeep and slam on the gas and charge you And bombard you in the car that your mom bought you Fuck around and get choked and found in a moat Floating around, drowned, faced-down in a boat I'll pile five dudes in a Pinto and pull-up to the Seven Mile drive through At McDonald's and pile-drive you I got the power to snatch a driver out of his Eddie Bauer When it drives by me at 90 miles an hour This place is my house I might as well erase my face with white-out Cause y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] Walking in swamp water with an M-16, out for the blood Shove a gun in the mouth of a thug To break braces, you say grace and make faces I'll display hate and break you in eight places Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff Precise aim, ice in my veins, blowing your hand off Dancing with the Devil leading - I won't die, I'm never leaving I pledge allegiance to forever breathing Street niggas with nuts, what? My meat's bigger Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers With a deathwish, thinking I'm the nigga to mess with Let the tech lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil A follower never had heart, he just loyal Thugs is glass doors, I see through them, put the heat to them Be careful you might get what you ask for That's what you false ballers get mugged and gagged for Your life flashing in front of your eyes in fast forward Dearly departed, I don't even listen to artists I'm pissing the farthest, and I'm also hitting the hardest I'm very intelligent Compare me to cameras I flash, and shoot what I see, and steady developing I fly you out of your whip with one try of the trigger Out of your clique, ain't one nigga out of his shit You gotta be kidding, bring all of them niggas They all gotta be hit quick, and they all gotta be hitten It's not a game, and I ain't playing Yo if I ain't lived it, did it, or seen it, then I ain't saying I put a hole right in your chest Stick a knife in your soul Then take your life after taking your death I'm nice! That ain't even counting the endless bars Friends with scars, wondering which Benz is ours Pretending to ball could even be the ending of y'all The minute you fall, my criminals will finish you off I argue with no one You got a gun? Alright show one If you ain't got heart now, you ain't gon' just grow one [Verse 3: Eminem] I'm keeping it raw, illegal like Maleek and Jamal Cause I don't believe in the law, like I'm Steven Seagal Flipping off the police while I'm leaping a wall Take a bunch of Tylenol, then fall asleep in a mall I got your little son, you'll be receiving a call You're lucky this little punks still breathing at all Fuck the world, this how I get even at y'all Pop shit, get rolled up and leave in a ball I hit you in your mouth and sink your teeth in your jaws You won't be able to eat shit, not even a malt This lethal assault, is giving you a reason to stall I'm cocking this deuce-deuce and I'm squeezing it off At the first burp and a fart sniffle a sneeze and a cough Get your arm chewed off like you was teasing a dog I'm cold enough and hot enough to freeze and unthaw I'll kick my girl out, in 10 degrees in her bra [Verse 4: Royce da 5'9"] I'm gonna give it to you straight this time Lace this bong Bring it to your face until the Jakes respond Guard y'all shit I don't care how hard y'all hit I got cats with bats you wouldn't play hardball with I splatter intestines quick, before you can blast Or handle your weapon, you'll get stabbed in a matter of seconds We ain't worried about threats cause God got us We popping Cris, y'all sipping Moet by-products I ain't scared to die, let's blast, it's gonna be either If you both die then your casket is gonna be deeper Yo, you ain't a Don You don't even know what beef is What you competing with, or hit and make concrete give Yo I came out Naked at birth, making it worse Making a verse sacred and shaking the Earth Niggas got plenty opinions about Royce But they ain't got a voice I'm doper than them, so they ain't got a choice Niggas be playing battle-battle Not understanding themselves They babble-babble that's why they stay on the shelves Playing yourself, I'm promising threats to test y'all Keep doing this rap shit until UPS calls I see why you must hate me I'm sharp enough to cut gravy It's just crazy, niggas is such babies Real as they come, dancing Killing for fun, advancing Healing my thumb, killing for fun Cock, squeeze and make every nigga freeze in here Stop breathing, there better be some cheese in here If there's any MC's in here, I hope you read me clear You seeing peace, beef with the C's in here Yo you ain't fly I got shit that you can't buy You can't lie, you drink St. Ives and fake high Take pie, try to flip it You don't nothing about that shit If was you I wouldn't risk it [Verse 5: Eminem] I wouldn't risk it... Rappers get hit with this verbal biscuit Hey yo, yo yo yo yo Keep the same beat, keep the same beat, keep the same beat It goes like this yo My attitude is worse than N.W.A.'s was I'll battle you over stupid shit and diss people Who ain't have shit to do with it, like Cool J does You see me standing outside of your building; screaming Puffy is good, but Slim Shady is for the children! I look at my life in a new light -- fuck it Give me two mics; I write songs for me -- fuck what you like You're probably hear me rap half-hearted; cause I don't like rap anyway I'm just trying to get my porno career started Every place and event.. (been there, done that) Shit, dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went Want a deal? Study these 5 chapters Lesson one: Throw demos as hard as you can at signed rappers Lesson two: Face 'em and diss 'em Don't give 'em a demo; kidnap 'em And make 'em come to your basement and listen Lesson three: Get a job at a label; switch demos with Canibus And put yours on the owner's table Lesson four: Know you heard this before: "Hey let me get your number; I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!" Don't act like a fan -- you wanna get signed? Get the whitest A&R you can find Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can Lesson five: Get a hook-up at Jive Dress up like I.C.P and have them come see you perform live And that's the key, but when you see me on the street; I ain't Givin you shit bitch - don't even bother asking me Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when I'm spitting Cause I'm always shitting when I'm rapping like Master P Got a blowjob from Paula Jones, and stuffed it so far in her mouth My balls broke both of her collarbones Told Maya this shit was all about me-ah Gave Alyssa Milano syphillis, mono and gonorrhea And all three of my main girls said see-ya Cause Brandy and Monica walked in and caught me fucking Aleah I splish splash while I'm taking a bath Grab a handful of pills, break em in half, take em and laugh White trash -- fucking your wife in the ass While you're out siphoning gas for your lawnmower to cut the grass And it's like that, and it's like that [Verse 6: Royce da 5'9"] It don't stop 5-9, Slim Shady yo The rap auctioneer, spitting out double figures For fans to repeat, handling heat The Commander in Chief, I should've been banned from the streets Flee after I stab an MC with twin crutches You've been had by the phantom of beef Release when the paper and pen touches While y'all talking My venomous rap splits Get your ass kicked punk Your kind get offed often 80 niggas deep with heat at the mall walking You'll either get shot with all barkers Or get knocked upside your head with big blocks Till you spit teeth You're all soft and up shit's creek in a long coffin I get work without a single fiend involved I'm married to the mob, I mean for real, ring and all Basically that means I ain't your average rap nigga You'll get slapped and thrown in the back of an Ac(ura) bigger With the latch cracked, trunk open So you can look up at the stars Fill your pockets with plastic explosives Drive to cover, detonate the bomb Blow you up with the car and flee the scene to cop another Morph right into the physical form of your spirit In front of your eyes, and make you battle yourself Like Shane sung with wisdom in the brilliance of a million disciples Equipped with a right hook to split a building The pure repper of the African race Sent here to knock you off your square and put you back in your place Babylon battalion, holding your engineer ransom For your master, so I can sabotage your album [Verse 7: Eminem] Yo, weed lacer, '97 burgundy Blazer Wanted for burglary, had to ditch the Mercury Tracer I’m on some loc shit, some fed up with the being broke shit I’m not to joke with, bitch I don’t sell crack, I smoke it Having a coke fit, going through withdrawls daily Shoot-up with mescaline in front of my baby daughter Hailie My brain’s dusted, I’m disgusted at all my habits Too many aspirin tablets, empty medicine cabinets Losing battles to wack rappers cause I’m always too blunted Walking up in the cypher smoking, talking about “Who want it?” Thug and a crook; every drug in the book; I’ve done it My 9’s at your brain, is that you chain? Run it Crews die from an overdosage of excessive flavor Aggressive nature got me sticking you for your Progressive pager Spectacular, crystal-meth manufacturer Stole your momma’s Acura, wrecked it, and sold it back to her Boosting Nike jackets, escaped from psychiatrics Told the nurse to save my bed for me, I might be back bitch So barricade your entrance, put up some extra fences A woman beater, wanted for repeated sex offenses Chasing dips – take them on long vacation trips Kidnapping ‘em and trapping ‘em in abusive relationships Fuck up your face and lips, slit your stomach and watch your gut split Cut you with that razor that I use to shave my nuts with Mama, don’t you cry, your son is too far gone I’m so high, I don’t even know what label I’m on I’m fucked up, I feel just like an overworked plumber I’m sick of this shit, what’s Dr. Kevorkian’s phone number? [Verse 8: Royce da 5'9"] It's like this right? Bust it You get laced by the gun, in case you try to run Hatred on my face by the tongue, get baked by the sun Constructed of interplanetary rock and metal Topping levels of combustion that's hot enough to stop the devil Innovative flusher to enemies The impact will be the generated destructive energy to flatten trees Black, poised since birth Birth? Tore the womb up To hit the Earth like an asteroid and blow the moon up Trust me, I'm the epitome, you better bust me Any nigga can say fuck me and he gon' touch me Smoking organic ganja inside of a stanza Me and my man cypher with cans of volcanic lava Man this is hot, I'm out of my shit From the bottom I can leap out a bottomless pit and land at the top Raw, that's what I came out here for To raise and eclipse, and occasional trips to the beer store And switch-up, the breed of MC to stick a bitch up Bigger and speed to reach in the sea and pick a fish up I'm fly against all laws of gravitation I crushed all y'all, now you want a collaboration But fuck that, you stepped up, so I'm gonna fuck your rep up Tear the rest up, with every joint that I press up Handling heat and ammo, bullets passing me by Challenging me to battle? Man you shouldn't asking to die Narrow off niggas, squeeze a grenade until it's dissolved Bite the barrel of a revolver and spin it Nigga forget it, I earned it I kill you then come to your funeral and strangle you to confirm it Minds carry malaria, sick Ask niggas who the best is, you'll hear 5-9 in every area Crushing your head, hunting you dead You ain't nice I battled you before, I don't remember nothing you said You was wack, I was gonna quit on it till I thought My dick is big enough for all of y'all niggas to get on it Making you high off of the smoke, often you're cold Making y'all join that big hip-hop nation in the sky And it's easy believe me, you better have been fronting When you said you was hot, cause you couldn't please me if you was begging me [Verse 9: Eminem] Some people say I'm strange, I tell them ain't shit change I'm still the same lame asshole with a different name Who came late to the last show with a different dame Brain ate from the last O that I sniffed of cane You know you're spaced the fuck out like George Lucas When your puke is turning to yellowish-orange mucus So when I grab a pencil and squeeze it between fingers I'm not a rapper, I'm a demon who speaks English Freak genius, too extreme for the weak and squeemish Burn you alive till you screaming to be extinguished Cause when I drop the science, motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence Start a fire and block the hydrants I'm just a mean person, you never seen worse than So when Slim gets this M-16 bursting You getting spun backwards like every word of obscene cursing On the B-side of my first single with the clean version Stopping your short life when you still a teen virgin Unless you get a kidney specialist and a spleen surgeon In the best hospital possible for emergency surgery To try to stop the blood from your ruptured sternum internally I'll take it back before we knew each others' name Run in the ultrasound and snatch you out your mother's frame I'll take it further back than that Back to Lovers Lane, to the night you were thought of And cock block your father's game I'll plead the fifth like my drawers were muzzled So suck my dick while I take a shit and do this crossword puzzle And when I'm down with ten seconds left in the whole bout I'm gonna throw a head-butt so hard, it'll knock us both out