(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