[Eminem] (Obie Trice)

KaySlay! (Yeah) Yo..

Drama King! (Yeah!)

Check it out, check it out - O. Trice!

(Shady Records nigga, it's goin down once again boy)

It's just a scratch man (Let's go Em)



[Eminem]

I Murder this Inc as soon as I touch the page

You ain't gon' have no other choice but to rush the stage

and charge the mic, and I hope you got the heart to fight

Cause you gon' have to, cause you ain't got the smarts to write

somethin that good, to try to come back at me with

What you gon' do, try to out-rap me with that happy shit?

You motherfuckers crack me up

Talkin bout you gonna smack me up, y'all won't even back me up

Throw up your paws, you pussies can't even scratch me hard

It's like fuckin Castor Claw tryna jack me off

You think I'm afraid? What you tryna throw some fear in me?

You think I'm dumb enough to roll with no security? {*gun clicks*}

I'm doin my best to try to show maturity

But don't sit there and stare at me like hoes and sneer at me

like it's supposed to be scarin me

Like I won't leap clean over this fuckin V.I.P. rope and throw this chair

at anyone close or near me tryna approach me physically

cause he don't spit lyrically

And he knows that my flow's so sick, this hoe's on my dick

and he's so sick of hearin me, my posters is starin at him

But I don't think he knows the severity

of what it could escalate to or that it could grow so seriously

if I go hysterically; cause I guarantee

there's no one in here that would resort like a childhood

any quicker than I would, or hit you with plywood

Especially when I'm sippin on this liquor and tonic

One swig of this bottle I'ma go upside your head so hard with it

the mark