The Joker (Eminem Diss)

[Verse 1] A thug changes and love changes And when I stand on my head the blood rages To my dome, my first name's Jerome And when I see Slim I'mma cock back the chrome I'm crazy, insane, ask me how I'm feelin You know the deal'n, I'm chillin like Matt Dillon Crackin, go ahead ask me how I'm doin You know I'm true and coolin like Rick Rubin Writin these off-the-wall raps just to smack MC's Have 'em crashin into each other like the Japanese Kamikazes, full of hate like I'm a Nazi And Hitler sent me out on a mission to bomb your posse I been plottin, I'mma find where Em hidin And put a freakin price on his head like Bin Laden And then rob him, spray his face black with crylon That's that Brick City bullshit that I'm on Don't give him no freakin shoulder to cry on Or his freakin shoulder will be the shoulder you die on He's a prick, and when it comes to that, man I freakin hate him like the Joker hate Batman [Hook] Fuck you If you were right here I'd cut you If I had a razor or switchblade I'd gut you Get Michael Jackson to touch you Get Tiger Woods to punt you Knock you into a hole and hush you Freakin' act like you're a tire and just bust you Wait till you're busy and interrupt you I've Had it up 2 Here like Latifah, nigga, so fuck you [Verse 2] What kinda sucker would diss his own mother? The same freakin type that would diss his own brother The same freakin type that would snitch his own friend out Come equipped from a lick and leave his men out It makes sense now, I pull my pen out Niggas just lucky I ain't pull a Mac-10 out Start blastin', catchin' bodies and gaspin' And skatin' off out of the party like I'm in Aspen Drivin home drunk full-speed without crashin And any other reckless shit you can imagine Niggas bleed like us, I draw first blood Roll up on his bitch like get her purse up I'm hungry, thirsty, I been through wars But I cut the competition like them jitsu swords So when it comes to what I'm doin', fuck what you will take This is like the bloodsport and I'mma win the kumite [Hook] [Verse 3] Who's the rude dude with the 'tude, is it you? I heard you been in rehab, is it true? Cause that's my little vision of you, is it screwed? A vision where I take your spot, is it crude? What freakin' set you claim, is it blue? The freakin' hate you feel towards me, is it new? These 'fellas playin with rap to get some money Not care about who they cross, 'fellas are funny Cause these fellas that they cross are still hungry And schemin' on kickin' they heads in like rugby So do yourself a favor before this gets ugly Load up a gat, come through my block and slug me Cause I'm about to snap and gas up the buggy And drive up to homeboy house and hurt somebody Think about that when the waters get muddy And if I get your ass I'mma jam, it's gettin bloody [Hook]