Eminem - Freestyle Battles (Rap Olympics 1997) Lyrics

I'm a tell you this for your own benefit
Your shit was dope as hell, specially when you wrote ninety percent of it
What you need to do is practice on your freestyles
'fore you come up missin' like snoop dogg's police files
This type of *? * be sure that I'm spittin'
Be hittin', you gonna pray to god this shit was written
But it wasn't I'll kill a dozen rappers when I buzzin'
Guzzlin', beat your ass like a jealous husband
Now *ya boy? * you about to suffer and see north
When you go in a coma longer than vladamir konstastinov
Cut the damn machine off
Get a clean cloth, and wipe this bloody video screen off

I'm movin' in for the kill, plus I got the trap set
I can tell your wack as f*ck, and I ain't even hear you rap yet
Look at you thinkin I'm about to whip his ass
'cause I'm a do some written shit, plus I get to go last
Well guess what? even if I go first, it's no worse
My shit's still gon' demolish yo verse
I'm bout to slice you like a ginsu
And anything you say can an will be used against you
In a court of law, I'm short and raw
Take you f*ckin' shit and cut it off
Yo, you wanna be a dope MC?
Look, don't get mad and start taking your period out on me

You wanna represent on the microphone but you rap sleazily
I ain't about to battle this fake ass eazy-e
There ain't no way I'm a do this bullshit
I don't give a f*ck, I'm loaded up with a full clip
Time of the month, you couldn't get the tape of the day
Take him away, I ripped him like a paper meche
I've heard you rap before, you ain't about shit
This whole battle was mismatched like your outfit
Try to battle me and get your mouth split
You sold out like ticketmaster outlet
Ha ha, I bust and I crush, I don't give a f*ck
Ain't no way that you can f*ck with us
I'm givin back with pimp shit
I'll laminate that ass in a badge and wear it at the rap olympics

Blah-badee-blah-da-blah-blah, stop babblin'
You so f*ckin' wack I'm a walk away while you battlin'
F*ck that, I'm on a brand new solo mission
To make sure that wendy day kicks your ass out of the rap coalition
I throw a switch at an execution
With an overdose of devotion don't talk back, I'm the dope, bitch
So who you sound like on the mic?
There was only one tupac, your thug style's just one big syke
Take a big hike, bitch you can't catch me
Your best rhymes still ain't shit like a [? ]
What the f*ck you wanna do?
I'll battle anybody in your crew and I don't give a f*ck
I slaughter boys, especially wack ass emcees
That will wear a fake ass corduroy

I'm bout to make this mic short curcuit
This beat is wack as f*ck, this shit fits you perfect
I got so many ways to diss you that I'm playful with'chyou
I'll let a razor slit you 'til they have to staple stitch you
And everybody in this f*ckin' place'll miss you
If you try to turn my facial tissue to a racial issue
Nobody's hearin' you, you're a wack liar
Damn, all you white jokes just backfired
'cause bitch you walkin' up the wrong street
Now go tell all your boys you was beat by a honkey
I don't give a f*ck, I'lll kill ya, bitch
You better recognize me like a look familiar
Anything you say I'm a kill ya, grill ya
When I f*ckin' drill ya