Your Favorite Whiteboy

“Your Favorite Whiteboy” (Eminem Diss) [Paleface Picasso] [Intro] Guess who! (ha, ha, ha) Paleface in the flesh! Soon to be your favorite whiteboy. (*echo* your favorite whiteboy) W-H-I-T-E….B-O-Y yep I’m proud to be me. (Hey!) We don’t need a Slim Shady; we don’t need a Slim Shady. Uh Uh, Uh Uh [I ain’t no puppet on a string!](pending) I give it like I live it ya know! This is real life! (*echo* real life!) [Verse 1] Simple math, Mr. mathematical. Factual rap attackin you Tactical fractures to theatrical rappers leave’em lateral Crack your clavicle, shackle you In a tabernacle and grapple with ecclesiastical radicals smackin you! As the attribute of magical metamorphosis tortures your performances With a sickness that fits your feminine orifice Eminem……you’re feminine Ya cry wolf (Yela!) When I slaughter your House with venomous synonyms Hi kids. Do you like Primus? Want to see Paleface stick a 9 inch mic inside Em’s hind end It’ll slide in, and besides him, if YelaWolf chimes in I’ll make him regret the day that he signed him. He’ll never find him I’m going in on you Shady. Some say its suicide Until they hear me crucify the booth alive and utilize you and I To get noticed by the suit and ties EM & ems are candy coated all your fans are sugar high! Who am I! [Hook] Paleface! *echo*….Remember the name From the streets to the booth, for me it’s all the same Echo*….Throw your hands in the air! If you’re ridin with a real whiteboy that ain't too scared! Yeah Get ya hands up! Get ya hands up! Go ahead stand up! Yeah I’ll throw them hands…What! I ain’t tryin to be the realest whiteboy in the game I’m just one of the realest period! Remember the name! Paleface! * [Verse 2] Realness I’m born with it If real is a disease then my body was born to be deformed with it Tormented, a baptism of the cataclysm Immaculate raps that’ll hit’em with passionate facts that are given By that battle axe. I’m cutting out their cataracts Their blinded by their habitat, matter fact, my Cadillac’s now a med-evac My paragraphs like a pair a macs’ that I’m flippin like acrobatics Pack’em in plastic caskets call it pancreatic cancer panic I’m white trash. But I climbed out the receptacle I’m skeptical of rappers cause my resume’s impeccable Me and the streets inseparable, I’ll kick ya testicles Into your intestinal vessels and beat ya till you’re a vegetable The ball’s in your court Mr. Mathers I’m more than in your league and next to me you’re Hank Gathers So understand that your problems are permanent Your predecessor’s here and soon you’ll have to come to terms with it [Hook] Paleface! *echo*….Remember the name From the streets to the booth, for me it’s all the same Echo*….Throw your hands in the air! If you’re ridin with a real whiteboy that ain't too scared! Yeah Get ya hands up! Get ya hands up! Go ahead stand up! Yeah I’ll throw them hands…What! I ain’t tryin to be the realest whiteboy in the game I’m just one of the realest period! Remember the name! Paleface! * [Verse 3] You’ve commercially promoted perversity Traded pedophilia for currency purposely with a sickening sense of urgency I’ll unmercifully lay ya vertically for the courtesy of the surgery Then I’m a verbally murder’Em perfectly With hyperboles written in blood burgundy….I’m 1 of the greatest! And it’s time the world’s heard of me. Hunger burnin internally I’m terminally ill, but I’m built real And that’s why cats like me and Jellyroll can’t get a real deal And Ill Bill, Vinnie Paz and Slaine is in that same lane But we maintain through the same pain, and aim thangs at these lame brains And bang bang till they brains hang I’ve concocted a plan, that’ll rob you of fans And resurrect Stan with my redemptive hand Your careers in jet lag, cursed with a setback I turn a booth into a death trap, my own personal meth lab Your probably still in the shed playin spin the bottle with your step dad! (Laughing) My, My, My name is... [Hook] Paleface! Remember the name From the streets to the booth, for me it’s all the same Echo*….Throw your hands in the air! If you’re ridin with a real whiteboy that ain't too scared! Yeah Get ya hands up! Get ya hands up! Go ahead stand up! Yeah I’ll throw them hands…What! I ain’t tryin to be the realest whiteboy in the game I’m just one of the realest period! Remember the name! Paleface! *