EMINEM - 8 MILE B-RABBIT ON THE ROOF TOP Lyrics

Yo, yo…Your style is generic, mines authentic made,I roll like a renegade, you need clinic aid,My techniques bizarre and ill, I scar and kill,You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill,And I proceed to cook and grill ya,That's all it took to kill ya,You betta recognize me like I look familiar,You wanna battle? You beat around the bush,Like you're scared to lick pussy so you eat around the tush,I need a clown to push, someone that I can bully,Wait a minute, I don't think you understand fully,See me without a style like mustard without the Heinz,I lead the new school, you' re a 'busta without the 'rhymes',I'll crush the shit out ya lines,no nigga shekysmokin the leak leakyten freaky girsl inside the Chin Tikigirl when u see me u gots to believe methis aint a game npimp it aint easyanything goes when it comes to hoesim the kingpin when it comes to flowsu betta ask someone if u dont knowwhen u see me girl say, "What up dog''