8 Mile B-Rabbit On The Roof Top
Yo, yo
Your style is generic,
mines authentic made
I roll like a renegade,
you need clinic aid
My techniques bizarre and ill,
I scar and kill
You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill
And I proceed to cook and grill ya
That’s all it took to kill ya
You betta 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 like mustard without the Heinz
I lead the new school,
you' re a 'busta without the 'rhymes'
I'll crush the shit out ya lines
no nigga shek
smokin the leak leak
ten freaky girsl
inside the Chin Tik
girl when u see meu gots to believe m
this aint a game
pimp it aint eas
anything goes when it comes to hoe
im the kingpin when it comes to flow
u betta ask someone if u dont kno
when u see me girl say, "What up dog''
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