Eminem: Verse 1 (Gun loading) Only lets me know that i'm loved by so many other mother f**kers That hate you in this buzz, cos you keep f**kin wit us, we keep f**kin you up And keep pulling the rug from up under you, and what's even more f**ked up Nah (nah) we ain't done Is we enjoy doing what were doing so much There ain't nothing that we love more than pulling your skirts up And exposin you hoes so much people are starting to wonder Whats up with the f**kin "Wonder Woman" underalls Do onto others as you will have done onto you So who the f**k you mothaf**kas gonna run to When someone runs up wit a mask and puts a gun to you (Gun cocking) You will ask yourself how come your mans didn't empty the last round that he had In "Curtis Jackson's" a** while he had the chance You keep asking us to keep it on wax, but we can't I love being hated, it's great it, let's me know that I made it This is past any rationalization We have captured national media attention Conversation is senseless you can sense the tension Start building soon as we enter the "106 and Park" building I wouldn't have it no other way, I wouldn't trade it for the world Someone's gonna get killed and I swear to god if someone so much as even Touches one of my people i'll put a million on his head And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it But I rather rap than get into this gangsta sh*t And it aint because I'm a b**ch it's cuz I aint a b**ch I don't endanger people that I'm with, I'm a general I aint "Bush" I don't send my soldiers to war if I ain't there In the middle of this sh*t with em, so when I do get em Orders to storm your headquarters, you be f**kin with a... ...A beat keeper, so you ain't eager to greet this lyrical meat cleaver That'll eat ya, Niggas wanna keep speaking, Like it ain't even that deep. I got heat that'll sweep a niggas streets, so ya wouldn't f**k with me neither Only heaven can help ya, I be searching for ya longer than "The Legend of Zelda" (Ha!) Without a failure, it's gonna be hell to tell the Captain that a Basset Hound couldn't even smell ya. Body wanna hide ya, I'll be on that mob sh*t, You another hopper under the Renaissance b**ch You get bombed like Lebanon with (*explosion*) On tactic, I'll snatch your head like one Saddamn's men Mathaf**ka I'll handle you, we can have it out on any avenue An "Average Man", flipped into an animal Shoot out ya mandibles, cannons and ammunition reload With precision ni**a know the mechanicals Break the Pistol down you should see them handles The streets taught the child no read up manuals Pushing crack valves, young "Nino Brown" Chasing green is the dream when you're young and brown. Bound to be a problem child, look what I'm involved in now A "Dozen Dirty" niggaz and they all get down I'll solve any problem that enlarge when I was with revolvers used to laugh "bring me down" (Gunshot) C'mon! While you punching' and tackling' punks I'm handling' chumps, packing' the pump That's longer than the elephant's trunk. On the streets I'm "the beast", I'll feast Upon the weak, so speak "beef" I'll shoot you and scream "Increase the peace!" (*explosion*) The monster, pistol packing', pushing' niggaz off they "Hondas" Stomp ya, get it cracking' yanking' b**ches for they Ganja Sneaky as f**k, I don't think mamma beat me enough When she was sleeping and stuff I was stealing the keys to the truck Shut the f**k up! Before you end up dead in the dump truck Or in the streets taking a nap bleeding and locked up You want what? Like "M Bleak" with this Heat If your ten deep, then f**k it'll be ten asleep (*gunshots*) Don't mess with my alasnke, don't tussle with my aspe Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed (Gunshot) We ferocious, toast don't host us Approach us, through heat straight from the shoulders We the soldiers, ya the youngster's Youngsta's among, aren't ya dead in the dumpsta Say to the monsta head full of drama You scared of the trauma vomit to monsta (Woof!) I'm back ni**a, (Poof!) I reappear Shoot like (*boom*) you ain't seeing clear Blackness, carcass, cover with catfish We murkers with no purpose other than practice