Eminem
Diss Em...
Woooooo Hoooooo!
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
Guess Whose Here!
Hai Leeeeee
I'm Home!

Say hello to your dad's little friend..

Everybody put your hands together and pray for me!

Everywhere I go, I get pushed and pulled in the mud.
Lookin like a thin Somalian, yet no one would give a fuck.
50's an OG I don't act like he never was.
Pop shit?! I'm a do shit like no one has ever done.

I used to live in Cali, Sac-Town, I fuckin love.
But man i had to move, had to man up an just adjust.
But I dont need a million people, just, to handle one.
I guess not having money, can has its advantages.

Now you're acting cocky, goin round and dissin what
But it still sounds like you're lookin, for someone..
Best Judge
Little person using words, as their krutch.
Unfortunately, I don't need to be the one that's gon' do it.

Cause first off, y'all pussies,
and anyone can see it.
I got a dumb ass job..
But it helps, YEAH, believe that!

You got no business beatin, Americans, believe in it.

No one's gonna hear nothin?!
Everyone's gonna see this shit!
They'll be readin bout it.
Cause y'all boys, spouted bout it.
Your noise and click klowns will be drowned out by the crowd.

And you'll be laying on the ground,
Getting trampled by people dancin.
Till the bar closes, and clears out.
That's where they remembered it happen..
Thats when you know, it happened!

Because you're chapped flappin it,
and you couldn't see the gaps in it,
thinkin you're the best rapper and...
It aint about the music no more

Aint trying to show off.
But it feels like you're trying, to kill your god off...

- Chorus -
You fuckers actin strange!
I think your unders stained.
Butt bang in your game.
Dont want to say iAM!
Shits about to change!
And iAM bout to say!

Hip Hop is in a state of 911!

Aint nobody pop, cause the old ways are gone.
Aint nobody wanna give props,
for the words in they're songs...
But iAM goin to the top!
Going, to the top floor.

Cause! Hip Hop is in a state of 911!

Step off my shoulders, you're breeding delirium.
I just wanted to be honest, are you fuckin serious!
Thinkin that you can't be beat, yo Em, iAM curious
How long are you going to hate me, judge me,
This jury sucks!

My confidence hasn't faded, and it makes y'all furious.
Mistake me for a fake, I'm greater than glorious!
Everything is real, iAM God, I aint makin no stories up.
Illusions are spoken!
So give it up, you corny cucks!

Have you even considered, all the crap, that you have done!
When you stand in front of God
Who has never owned a gun.
Gotta, got one!
Your speech is senseless, like you have none.

I'm a Rolling Stoner Homie, rocks aint got thumbs!
You silly little midgets, do shit cups, straight up, two bitches!
You laughin and you in stitches..
Over holy and heaven sent shit.

Your game is nonexistent, your style is too prolific..
Dealin with that lifestyle, its gotta be horrific!
C'mon!

- Chorus -
You fuckers actin strange!
I think your unders stained.
Butt bang in your game.
Dont want to say iAM!
Shits about to change!
And iAM bout to say!

Hip Hop is in a state of 911!

Aint nobody pop, cause the old ways are gone.
Aint nobody wanna give props,
for the words in they're songs...
But iAM goin to the top!
Going, to the top floor.

Cause! Hip Hop is in a state of 911!

Uh? Gangsta Gangsta?!
Who are you, wait a minute...
Is this what you call Hip Hop?!
I think it's too retarded-ed

When, it's put in motion,
My styles getting forced in!
Aint no way your portrayal is even a-fucking-propriate!

You sweatin under covers,
This music, you killed the numbers.
But you never, sit and wonder,
admitting its all grammar.

When i, enter the business, I'll be owning shit!
You talkin funny shit, my bitches irrelevant..
No gangster writes lyrics, then blasts shit later!
You're an, imitator, parading like you a player.

Tryina!
Save Hip Hop! and Rap, it's so much greater!
Raised old fashioned,
Coated with morality, haters.

You're caught, and tellin...
I'm more killing and caring.
aint lying...
No gangsta feelings,
no one knows when gangstas dyin!

Surrounded, full circle
by homies...
To hang Christ to bleed.

It's an 8 Mile Marathon with trees and old G's

- Chorus -
You fuckers actin strange!
I think your unders stained.
Butt bang in your game.
Dont want to say iAM!
Shits about to change!
And iAM bout to say!

Hip Hop is in a state of 911!

Aint nobody pop, cause the old ways are gone.
Aint nobody wanna give props,
for the words in they're songs...
But iAM goin to the top!
Going, to the top floor.

Cause! Hip Hop is in a state of 911!

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Haaaaaa
I'm just playing ladies, you know I love you...