let me slow down the catch up Before you open up your mouth for the kick to the gut Pure breed, raw killer, rhyme thriller Spit fire like Godzilla, the
you can't find your lighter still [Unverified] somebody call Cypress Hill Sen Dog, you got some fire for a brother, man? "I got some fire but your lighter
Artist: Eminem Album: Encore- Track 3 Song: I love You More (Kim2) Still love me? Take This (Clocks gun twice) You ready? One, two, three! (gun fires
Still love me? Take This (Cocks gun twice) You ready? One, two, three! (gun fires twice) Chorus The more you, put me through The more it makes me wanna
My beat forever 4 Ever My Beat, 4 Ever My Beat 4 4 4 4 Ever My 4 Ever My Beat, this beat is mine forever The tempo is slow and the rhymes are clever
and scratched 3X by Polo) [Kool G. Rap] I play it Kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player Your record player ain't nothin without the funky rhyme
'nant A top-notch scholar wit honors, I'm so gifted Life is the most vicious, honest and prolific I drop diabolical brollic wit no gimmick Astonish the flow critics, rhyme
CLOCK! I'm 'bout to give it back to my nigga Busta Bust and have a seat It's convenient I'm already coppin a SQUAT! [echoes] [Interlude: Busta Rhymes
Three to get it crackin' in the hood, let's go My rhymes pop like them nines That clammy tote, but they rap lackluster shine My shit busts like Busta Rhymes
all good you could still suck my shit She star-struck bitch just wantin' to fuck Askin' me repeatedly to say what, what She sucked my dick till I can't even bust
been bloody by somebody everybody thought was a supplier? I spent years under my golden voice of fire.... We busting out from underneath
how you act Fire in the hole stare into the glare the flare rips your retina no way to prepare for combat cock is sharp a Autobot brain cells bust
scarfaces Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue But this time is for the uninvited Go head and rhyme
the streets is real, even Biggie got Pac And I love those niggas, but I don't love ya'll Bust a slug for those niggas, but bust a slug at ya'll And I
wish, one of my wig pushed in Ghostface is local, slick murder shit with a new rhyme hustle Still bust you, fuck you, head bust you, respect my muscle
down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Busta Rhymes
got soul, we get off, a lot So lock up, your doors, cause I'm Busting Loose like Richard Pryor, setting stuff on fire We got funky, rhymes Stuff you had
Pain, bad man, bad man Make shots, boom, boom, boom, boom, bang Man we the best never the less You know we get it hot Fire flame, fire, fire flame Put