(It's the one)
No apologies, this ain't a disclaimer
I'm the king, a legend, the first hall of famer
Making diss tracks? I know you're with that
Now everybody get ready for the kickback
Why you hurtin'? Why you mad? Now you look bad
Like a roach just crawled out of your book bag
In a packed class, you lack class
Go to bed with no supper
'Cause you gotta suffer the backlash
The top five is cap, you the piss that's on the floor
In the elevator of rap
Why you ducking on The Game when you shit on my name?
Why they put Pee-Wee Herman in the hall of fame?
I would give you a pound but I'd break your hand
I got a lawyer so white, he will take your land
Yo, check your man, come and look at your friend
'Cause I think that Eminem is popping pills again!
We call 'em, Pill Clinton or either, Pill Gates
What pill did homie take to make him hate the great?
Think you are, but you ain't
Still, you made a mistake
Hit 'em, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
I'ma give your fans one more chance
To go online and re-energize that bromance
After that? Say your last goodbye
'Cause before I put Matthew's lights out
I'm turning off his fucking Wi-Fi!
Another little kid (rah)
Don't hate the great (rah)
More white chalk (rah)
More yellow tape (rah)
Who that? Who that? (rah)
Melle Mel (rah)
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