(Verse 1: Eminem)
Your style is generic, mine's authentic made
I roll like a renegade, you need clinic aid
My techniques bizzare and ill, I scar and k**
You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill
Now I proceed to cook and grill ya, that's all it took to k** ya
You better recognize me like I look familiar
You wanna battle?
You beat around the bush like you scared to lick p**y, 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 is like mustard without the Heinz
I lead the new school, you're a Busta without the Rhymes
I'll crush the sh** out your lines
[Verse 1: Omar Benson Miller)
Now I'm the Rashiki smoking 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 pimping 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 doe
Ten freaky girls, ten, ten, ten freaky girls