Without You

[Aristotle] Cause, I'm not saying it about Dre, you know what I mean, Eminem whatever [Ken Kaniff] Hey dude, hey dude dude dude don't even trip dude, fuck Dre! Obie trice, em's gimmick, bitch! [Intro:] One blonde haired rapper likes it inside, likes it inside, likes it inside One blonde haired rapper likes it inside, likes it inside, likes it inside, yeeeaaaah Guess who's back, back again? Ken is back, Tell some men Guess who's back, Guess who's back, Guess who's back, Guess who's back, Guess who's back, Guess who's back, Guess who's back Oooooooh yeah Oooooooh yeeeah [Verse 1:] A-tisket a-tasket, man I get my ass licked By little slim baby, hes obsessed with faggots Obies mad that Eminem's an addict Proof's getting jealous, so he signed to maverick Boy bands rule, man I love Kirkpatrick And Timberlake too, now that Britney passed it Elton John's cute, for an older bastard I shouldn't talk about your boyfriend like that, slim Im back di di di da da da daddy day I saw you holding hands the other night with Dr. Dre What you say? Cause then you know what I'm telling You're a bitch with no clip in your gun, you ain't a felon Ken Kaniff kid, got you screaming who's real 8 mile then, and now you live in Bluefield This is over, man I'm done, its outro Another diss song that will rip your asshole [Hook:](X2) Now this looks like another job for Ken So everybody, women and men Scream, shout it out loud now, "FUCK YOU SLIM" Cause my voice sounds whack when its done by him [Verse 2:] Fuck Eminem, L-man, Xzibit and Dre Two thousand and trey, all hell dissing away I'm Still a barfly, motherfucker siphon in starlight Black rappers hate me like a honkey with the foureyes Alright, D12, Double personality 6 MC's on a one person salary I know it sounds bizarre and Bizarre's just a bitch Nobody knows why slim shady signed swift Detroit, oh shit, that's a scary place to live Its way worse than Los Angeles where everyones a critic 8 mile, 9 mile, that's hella complicated The way you making sure people don't get lost when they're faded Im sick of the bullshit lets bury the gats I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to rap? I'm off this track, I'm pointing a finger at you Call Dido and spawn by singing a tune [Hook:](X2) [Verse 3:] Ken Kaniff is what Eminem isn't Another white rapper, that ain't like Limp Bizkit This is bitch shit, you're a punk to risk it Come over to Connecticut and get your wrists slit For real now, you ain't gotta rap to talk it Your baby mother's fat, and she runs your pocket 7 platinum, but you signed to Weber Your moneys fucked up, dip down in the red Eminem's gay, I'm a homosex But Eminem's played, I don't know whats next Ya'll I'm on my period and ovulating Shut the fuck up, you're a bitch Miss Shady Come on fags hit me for the shit I'm talking I got your whole fan base going and jacking Feeling what I spit, when I diss the icon And get your ass fucked, by an orange pylon [Hook:](X2) [Outro:] Aww, yeah Cmon, come over here, Eminem Im'a give you a milk chocolate Let me slide up in that Hershey highway JD was telling me about how you and Dre used to get fucking naked at the hotel and suck each others cocks Black white, looked like a fucking vanilla yogurt twist or something like that Come on bitch, come here bitch, you're just a bitch Ken Kaniff, Fuck you And everybody you roll with Come on Dre, I'll turn you out, call me Call me, I'll suck your cock, I'll plug your booty hole And you talk all the shit anymore Come on, make it happen And suck Ken's cock, baby You know you want to You want to suck on the shaft of my penis and lick my balls And lick the cum while it squirts out, get your ass pregnant or something...