Tim Westwood Freestyle - Eminem

Tim Westwood Freestyle - Eminem (埃米纳姆)
Welcome to the ill world of Mr P-O
Aye keep the talk B; I'm tryna see dough
If it ain't about bread what we gon' speak fo
If it ain't no lead then it ain't no beef bro
You better get a leash cause your freak ho
Specialize in wood like she Home Depot
I'm like Chico DeBarge we stars
Roscoe P Coltrane in these bars man
Amtrak I'll break her damn back man
It's Ralph Lauren this ain't no damn Chaps
It's all Polo; I'm so pro though
You bird-crazy: El Pollo Loco
Talking bout cheese and this ain't no photo
Asking bout rings like the ho know Frodo
You better get out of my house and sh*t
I think I threw up in my mouth a bit I'm sick
Niggas be lying talking 'bout that bust a heater
Once I see him maybe more like Justin Bieber
Leaving my rivals underground like Skyzoo's how I do
I have her laying in the street and bleeding
Butt naked with a bullet in his muthaf**king head like Erykah Badu
I find irony in being in a place
Where I'm wearing Gucci mayne; getting White boy wasted
I tell a ni**a break bread or take lead
I'm tryna get rid of this weight like K-Fed
Me and Denaun got a gangsta bond
We like that once-in-a-lifetime thang to you that ain't the prom
The next MC that rhyme official with ref with a whistle
That ain't Young Money I'mma definitely diss you
If you rhyming packing a Mac with back of the Acura
Or perhaps you can't match my spectacular vernacular
You still rhyming bottles with models college for knowledge
Using the word swagger you're probably garbage
You thugs funny comparing 5'9" to anybody
You comparing Superman to Bugs Bunny
I'm like a White Michael - Vick psycho enough to stick
Michael J Fox in a microwave with a Rott
I might make a little Alizé with a side of NyQuil
And ride a motorcycle bike right through the side of my high school
Satan's disciple with a sniper rifle and a knife and a white diaper
Liable to sh*t on you while I snipe you
So d**e he gets off opiates what an appropriate
Way to start off his day; he may just smart off to Dre
He may be hard to contain cause his rage is so hard to gauge
See Hannibal ate his face and met Jason gnawed off his leg
Amazing hard-on for razors and blades and anything sharp
Even poisonous darts; it all plays a major part of his game
Holy water won't ward him off crucifixes won't do the trick
He's so sick it's ridiculous; sawed the crazy part off his brain
He's still insane why's there bloodstains on his carpet mane
There's some crazy sh*t going on in Shady's apartment again
Okay it's back to the blocks slinging yay like the old days
Superman on the beat I carry my whole state
You wooden legs to a house: you can't hold weight
Oh sh*t it's O'Shea Jackson okay
A little bit of this twisted out with Obama in it
Mr Porter back with anthrax like Osama sent him
B**ch I'm all that; I drive the girls crazy
They gotta look at Rorschachs to get they thoughts back
I ain't a small fry small ticker small tack
I make 'em all cry with big dick and raw sack
The potblood of science to return a raw rap
I'm the best mayne: Eli Porter stance
Y'all b**ches should call Nickle the Don Bishop
A poet a mixer of Don Goines and John Grisham
Flow'll have you rewinding it four or five times
That landmine rhyme written with porcupine line
Step up in here with the Slaughterhouse
C O B Gang will approach you and bend ya gun barrel to a Horseshoe
Only f**k wit monsters we the truth monsters will pop up on you
Like you said Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice
I can't even see the booth I could fit Stevie's shoe
I'm sick I got the Desert Eagle flu
I'm rich lil' ni**a we don't need a cent we Teflon
The doctor tried to take blood the needle bent ask mom
Outta my mind if you can imagine
Using Magic's johnson without a condom I'm bonkers
Got the streets going dude it's tremendous
If I come for ya blood I ain't gon' be using syringes
Newsflash I'm still trashed them pills should'a killed my a**
But they didn't they just made me stronger
It's like they rebuilt my a** like the Six Million Dollar Man after the crash
It's Aftermath b**ch and my milk glass is still half-empty
Yeah tempt me Hell isn't enough
They need to invent somewhere new to send me
As sick as I'm getting they'll stick me in a conventional oven
With a rotisserie setting and won't even notice me sweating
Sh*t I done made a verse said some foul sh*t
Tryna go back fix it f**ked around and just made it worse
Yeah I'm back looking no worse for wear got these haters
Mad enough to rip off their hair and start punching the air
Panties so in a bunch that they can't function
It's Shady and Royce f**k yeah what a dysfunctional pair
So stop acting like a punk get a pair
Take a pill and fall the f**k out spill ya lunch in the chair
Look I'm sick somebody better get the Dimetapp
Who I gotta shoot just to prove that I can rap
People ask where my shine is at
I say check the liner notes I done done all kinda crap
I am so much of a star b**ch
That I can fart and piss on the red carpet
Look my bank account's retarded
My debit card's got a helmet and a harness hey
Meet demands but they all are harmless
At shows my riders always the largest
I need four pounds of fried poultry carcass
And red M