Eminem to anybody else.
that ain't fair! but what the hell, he doesn't care.
he goes at, 'Em, chin ready,
he flips an' goes Slim Shady!
he's still there, he's ill, yeah!
the skills rose an' went flaky,
he spew, froze time, gone hazy;
he threw dimes in the air,
his rhymes are just unfair!
but you still try to compare
with gangsta-minded prayers,
with those 'llac-ridin' playas,
which although I respect,
the truth is they can't bare,
they'd all be runnin' scared,
from Rain Man's spittin' stare...
