[Featuring Eminem]

Real *echoes*

Chorus: samples 4X

"Bust it rugged shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about

this?)

"When I bust on the mic I bust a real hard rhyme" > Keith Murray

"Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they know about

this?)

"When I bust on the mic I bust a real hard rhyme" > Keith Murray

[Verse One]

I'm rockin shit packin shit while stackin shit

If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm blastin shit

You gone phase me, but swingin like Peter Parker

Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the Goddamn barber

Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up

You couldn't be a dope MC if you said his rhymes drugged up

I told you once, but you forget so here's a flashback

"You couldn't be shit, if you came out my asscrack"

Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't paid

And the only mic/Mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first

grade

Ain't nothin lyrical about you but your lies

So cut the shit, cause its startin to draw flies

You're played like my five-year old's newborn toys

Don't know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz

Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways

Thats rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days

Listen up, all these words take heed

When I cock and squeeze, no more MC's breathe (none)

I'm sick of this, here's my final dis

Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like this

Chorus: 2X

[Eminem]

My Smith and Wessy got you layin in some alley messy

Got your family lookin for your ass on Sally Jesse

We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more

Leavin your skull split like Steven Seagal

Let the cat