[Proof]

Yo, ay yo turn the heads and the mics up

We got the Dreadknaughts, you know what I'm sayin

Super MC, you know what I mean

Bugz, Dirty and all that, all that shit

You know what I'm sayin, Desperados with the cars, Eminem

[Eminem]

Chauvinist pig, droven this Big Lincoln

Till it went over the bridge

Jumped out and dove in the ditch

Broke in a mobile home and stole a stove and fridge

Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the kids

I'm going for your mids

Here's a body blow for your ribs

While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch

I know where you live, your girl showed me your crib

Unless she told me a fib

Then I'm gonna have both y'all get did

Burning incense, facing a murder sentence

Under intent, for investigation for killing infants

While I sit in padded rooms doing shrooms

Having visions of dead pregnant women with brooms jammed in their wounds

Slit your carpet and rugs, and fucked your apartment up

Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage trucks

I'm from the shitty slums that look like the city dumps

Give you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch

See me every summer, layin up against the dumpster

With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in southern comfort

Got my Slim Shady sticker on your mother's bumper

She came home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her



[Proof]

Ay yo

Pursue to list em, there's no need to diss em

They be beheavin, make sure your whole breathing system

Twist them like big caps, who wants to hear that

Rap, murder rates, and I snap vertebrates

Collapse further states, my tribe reserves the grave

Your pack deserve a crate