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Battle

Eminem





What? What? What? You wanna battle ME? 
Yo man, how much money you got? 
What? What? What? You wanna battle ME? 
Yo man, how much money you got? 

I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up Caddy 
Since the hood still love me, I'll turn the heat up daddy 
I went from mackin fly honies on the train 
to straight relaxin on the beach, countin money gettin brain 
Soon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lot 
You buy a iced out watch because it cost a lot 
Then you in the club, stylin with dough 
Profilin with hoes that we boned, a while ago 
You rookies haven't done enough laps around the track 
You had one hot single, but then your album sounds wack 
Son you bore me with your war stories 
You ain't even do that shit, so that's just more stories 
How you expect us to take you seriously? 
The look in my eye punk, has got you scared of me 
I'm blastin your sons, I'm snatchin your funds 
You catch a royal ass-whoopin, you've been askin for one 

I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game 
What.. what? We thorough to the end 
Yo man..You know the drill 
I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game 
What.. what? You wanna battle me? 
Yo man..How much money you got? 

Bitch you don't even know, the half about me 
I bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff about me 
I'm just a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiser 
I might advise ya, or I might pulverize ya 
I can visit any city, get respect in the street 
While you alone in your room, shook to death of the streets 
I'll take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reach 
I ain't talkin romance but you'll get swept off your feet 
I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle shit 
Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle shit 
You can't compare to the status right here 
Legendary worldwide, we can battle right here 
Listen junior, I'ma tear back your wig 
This ain't TV but I'll show you what a "Fear Factor" is 
Stop grillin me, and all that frontin is killin me 
You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G 

I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game 
What.. what? You wanna battle me? 
Yo man..How much money you got? 
What.. what? We thorough to the end 
Yo man..You know the drill 
I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game 
I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game 
We thorough to the end 
I'm bout to slap rappers around 
You know the drill 
We thorough to the end 
I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game 
You know the drill



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