Intro: (scratches)
(Eminem)- "Shady!"
(Eminem)- "that's me"
(Mr. Eon)- "Iron Mic Trilogy"
(Erik Sermon)- "back...with the flyest material"
(Eminem)- "Sh....Sh....Shady!"
(Eminem)- "that...that.....that's me"
(Mr. Eon)- "Iron Mic Trilogy"
(Erik Sermon)- "back with the...funky...beats"
Mr. Eon:
Packing the third eye rush you it's cyclopse
They trade in their high tops for night sized Withe rocks
Words in my right, they pass my left ear
It's solid decked out write the books for next year
Bear this grenade you got stuck like virgin
Who that cat splurgin' instead or rehearsin?
Tough guy, dj travi your high rise
Looking more like ronald then the fuckin fry guys
Go on uptown fucking senoritas
In Taco Bell screaming "vivas gorditas!"
Bring all your dogs i give em rabies
They never had a chance i might chew up all their babies
(Eminem: waaah!)
Pope John Paul the second, brain like satan
Have your beaten girlfriend cooking up bacon
I'm obituite with that shit that you hit
Slow my flick with ya cause mine to pick wit her
Eminem:
My nine is limpin ya six deep when i spray rounds
Hit you with 12 shots in mid air and four more on the way down
The eight straight strays to a kid's hair on the playground
You lay down on a stretcher (Don't get carried away now!)
No pun intended, snapped out of your whip
And leave it un-attended before i whip out this gun and hit it
Unless you want it dented with bullet holes any minute
Cause i can leave your Infinite full of those even if someone's in it
Snap the airbag, hit the corner and park it
You wanted a market, i got her tied up in a chair and gag
Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the hair and dragged
Like cave-women, while i'm grave diggin' with Marilyn Man
Mr. Eon:
If you got a bowl of hash better cash it
Dollar signs flashin' i'ma take the last hit
Eminem:
And if you're spitting whack shit on the microphone
I'ma snatch it outta your hand so fast i'm gonna detach it
Mr. Eon:
If you got a bowl of hash better cash it
Dollar signs flashin' i'ma take the last hit
Eminem:
I'm flabergasted off two tabs of acid
Threw my baby's mother in a nap sack and latched it
Mr. Eon:
Yo, "Eon's whack now", how you dig that?
Couldn't get on my record if you were street rap
Get the greater rate with these rhymes i be totin'
Let's go back online and jerk off on your modem
I got stupid mucus from these loose lips
My loose leaf leave your whole persona weak
