[Verse 1: Obie Trice (Parking Lot Rapper #2)]

I use my voice to spit the fiery frame

Try and refrain, dying in vain

Soon as I'm replyin' your name

I be the nigga in the Shelter who be eyein' your chain

[Verse 2: Njeri Earth (Parking Lot Rapper #3)]

Yo, yo

313 area, bound to bury ya with vengeance

My rhymes sentences'll put an end to your existence with

The rigorousness, niggas, I'm serious, delirious, cause

A curious—pause the fury calls from my jaws

From devourin' y'all raw

[Interlude: Mekhi Phifer (as Future)]

Woo, okay, okay. 313rd, we in the house. [?] you know what I mean, [?] finest. Yo DJ Iz, lemme get that beat, baby. Gimme that beat. Come on, come on. Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 3: Mekhi Phifer (as Future)]

You forced to listen to the individual, the metaphysical

The Mac Mitten, rhyme ritual, heterosexual

Syllables they sound complex to you, lines perplexin' you

With words that could put a hex on you, snap that neck on you

Murder you, boil you, we keep a white boy or two

Let my man grab the mic, you see how Bunny Rabbit do

[Interlude: Mekhi Phifer (as Future) & Eminem (as B-Rabbit)]

Come on, man. Come on, man

Kick that shit, baby, come on

Come on, man

Uh, uh, watch that nigga kick this shit, uh

Uh

Alright, speed it up a little bit, Iz

Come on, baby

Alright, look

Yo, yo

[Verse 4: Eminem (as B-Rabbit)]

Your style is generic, mine's authentic-made

I roll like a renegade, you need clinic aid

My technique's bizarre and ill; I scar and kill

You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill

As I proceed to cook and grill ya, that's all it took to kill ya

You better recognize me like I look familiar

You wanna battle? You beat around the bush

Like you're scared to lick pussy, so you eat around the tush

I need a clown to push, someone that I can bully

Wait a minute, I don’t think you understand fully

See me without a style's like mustard without the Heinz

I lead the new school, you're a Busta without the rhymes

I crush the shit out your line

[Verse 5: Omar Benson Miller (as Sol George)]

Now I'm the Rashiki, smokin' the lick-licky

Ten freaky girls inside The Chin Tiki

Girl, when you see me, you better believe me

This ain't a game and pimpin' ain't easy

Anything goes when it comes to hoes

I'm the kingpin when it comes to flows

You better ask someone if you don't know

When you see me, girl, say "What up, though?

Ten freaky girls

Ten, ten, ten freaky girls