Yo, I dedicate this, to yo...



To all my fans, keeping y'all in health

Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself

Cuz its cruel when you cause a bad heart condition-in

Which I create, cuz that's my mission

So listen close, to what we say, Because...

This type of fag claims that every gay



I, knew you was jealous from the day that I met you

I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you

I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew

Now you hate Fred because leathal left you

Peckerwood mad cuz his record went wood

No respect in the hood, led to his neck of the woods

Got in touch with his roots, found a redneck in his blood

And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!"

So he picks a guitar up and he strums a few notes

He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both

Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year

Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year

No one's tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a chair

Sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear

So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idear

Figured you can diss me to jump start your career

I'll punch you in your fuckin chest til your heart kicks in gear

Fuck the underground partys, names, his crew

Like I'ma say their names so they can be famous too



[Chorus]



You just a...



Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along

And your days of house of pain are gone

If you talk about my little girl in a song again

I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)



You just a...



Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along

And your days of house of pain are gone

If you talk about my little girl in a song again

I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)



Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke

To the rap you wrote your fuckin answer back's a joke

And I'm gonna tell these motherfuckin fans the truth

The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you

You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you

Like I ain't notice you, bitch, I had a show to do

Like I'm supposed to be starstruck, come over to you

You better shut your fuckin mouth while you 0 for 2

Back in 94 limp opened a show for you

Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you

Took your motherfuckin DJ and stole him too

So you fall in a slump and get all emotional

So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings

Confused as fuck cuz now your music sucks dick

Mister Mister ass kisser to get accepted in rap

Quicker but never last and Everlast is a...



Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along

And your days of house of pain are gone

If you talk about my little girl in a song again

I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)



You just a...



Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along

And your days of house of pain are gone

If you talk about my little girl in a song again

I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)



Aiight look...

So this is what we ask of our fans

If you ever see Everlast, whoop his ass

Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him

Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitchslap him

Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp

Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken

Do it for Ice T, do it just to do it, FUCK IT

He's a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you back, he's nothin

Shit, in five years, we're all gonna be eating at Whitey's

And he'll be busin tables in that bitch, cleaning the toilets

Hey yo...



[Eminem speaks]



Fuck this, cut this shit off. Hey yo, Head.

That's why I fucked your mother, you fat motherfucker



[Scratching/2 Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"]



Kill Whitey, HAHAHA Kill Whitey, DETROIT, WHAT WHAT!

Yo, Yo, look, look, Kill Whitey



First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say

Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay

You claim to be a muslum, but you Irish-White

So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

Plus I cut you in the chest, weak hearts I rip

Whitey Ford, Forty and White, lethargic ass dick head

I keep em comin while you runnin out of breath

Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest

Dialated go ask your people how I leave ya

With your three cds nobody sees, when they released

Evidence, don't fuck around with real emcees

Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks

I let you faggots know it's on for life

But Everlast might die tonight, HAHA

Fat boy murdered on wax and killed

Fuck with me and take a heart pill, YOU KNOW!



[Eminem/Chorus]



Grab 380s when you see Slim Shady

Call the doctor to heal your heart

They shocked you back to life at the clinic

But you bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey I hit 'em up



[Eminem talking...]



HAHAHA, Yo, check this out, you faggots ain't even on my level.

I'ma let D12 rhyme on you bitch made ass faggots!



[Kon Artis]



Yo, get out the way, yo Get out the way, yo

Whitey Ford's heart just stopped

Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack

Whitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin back

Little faggot amarillo, I show you what murders are ?

At your own restuarant while I'm servin ya

Drop and stomp your whole heart til it stops

Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while he walks [in locks?]



[Kuniva]



Now we got the whole industry makin fun of you Eric

Where's your house of pain now, there's only one of you Eric

You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go around

With some killers from seven mile to the motherfuckin bellow, bridge



[Eminem/Chorus 2]



Grab 380s when you see Slim Shady

Call the doctor to heal your heart

They shocked you back to life at the clinic

But you bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey I hit 'em up



[Eminem]



Got on his ass and now this faggot want to mention me still

This ain't no freestyle battle, Everlast gettin killed

With his chest open, tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin

Havin a stroke, and now you learn white crackers never earned a dime

Cuz you suck motherfucker you should learn to rhyme

Talkin bout you packin pistols, but it's funny to me

You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me

I'm a pale faced killer WHALE

On his way to fuckin prison pistol whippin tail, ha

Eric, remember when I passed you in the lobby that day

That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha

Now it's all bout country, you gave up hip-hop

49,000 copies, the week your shit dropped

While my sales making records break

2 and a half million scanned by the second week

Mother fucker I hit em up



[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]



I'm from Detroit's Pemberton now

Four bullets tear you in half

Fuck the music we got a oouzi for all you fags

Get this shit out of my stereo

DIALATED YOU VIOLATED

Now you bout to get ANNIHILATED

We gon burry you, Harris [?]

Cire's [?] get choked up and yolked up

All you underground bitches get your throats cut



[Swifty]



What the fuck, is you stupid?

I choked Whitey Ford with his fuckin guitar cord

And stuck him in cardboard

Chopped up in a box, with sixteen parts

I stomped on his heart D12 havin you filled [?]

Fucked your mother while you watch

Keep your restuarant locked and block your door

Cuz we hit 'em up like motherfuckin Tupac Shakur



[Eminem]



You a, black Jesus, heart attack seizures,

Too many cheeseburgers, McDonald's Big Mac Greases

White Devil, washed up honkey

Mixed up cracker who crossed over the country



Haha, oh hell!

Cut this shit off, SHIT.. fuck him.

That's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done.

That's it. I'm sorry. No more. I'm sorry,

I'm sorry, I promise. I just believe in kicking a man while he's down.

God DAMN...I quit.

Mention my daughter's name in a song again, you fucking punk. HEY YO