Eminem - Diss (Jermaine Dupri) lyrics

[Verse 1: Eminem] My music is therapeutic But it's also been proven That it can put you in the mood to Jump out your car while it's movin' You been waitin' on this moment My sermon is like a omen I'm servin' I'm Erick Sermon I saw the window was open And I jumped through it My sh** if you don't get pumped to it I quit, here's my rhyme book Go ahead and thumb through it And pick what you want from it Rummage,and find something You can use to jump someone And roll up bumpin' I'm constantly copin' over you Squattin', sh** has gotten to the point Where I ain't even writin' no more, I'm just jottin' This is chicken scratch, sh** is sickenin' I've been kickin' a** off bullsh** Throwaway rhymes, pick a batch I live for the love of rap, you crazy I've made beats for Jay-Z for free Page me, you need a beat, you Cannabis Then it's Dre's fee, you Kay Slay the fees waved I stay beefin' with JD, till the day Dre 2-ways me That it's okay to stop blazin' him Oops! I put it out, I apologize now It's too late G, it's on tape And the tape leaped, "Say What You Say" mothaf**a Drama King, Kay Slay, mothaf**a, We dictate these mixtapes mothaf**a Xzibit blaze little gay midget co*ks**a [Interlude: Xzibit] Ladies and Gentlemen! This is dedicated to the man we all love to hate Tattoo a.k.a The Leprechaun a.k.a. Mr. Jermaine Dupri Come on ladies and gentlemen, sing along {​​​​​​​Randy Newman - Short People Sample) (Short people got) What! (no reason) Yeah! (Short people got) What! (no reason) Come On! (Short people got no reason to live) Haha f**in' f*ggot... [Beat changes to the beat from Clipse's "Grindin'"] [Verse 2: Xzibit] If ya So So Def than b**h get a hearing aid Ain't worth ya gauge ya heart pumping lemonade Hook, line and sinker ya took the bait Act ya age, not ya size, not ya weight Every time you professional making hits Why it always gotta sound like the next men sh**? Went from Big to Puff to Snoop to Jay Hey Jermaine who's dick you gon' ride today? Couldn't wait to get the green light from Dr. Dre Never liked ya f**in' a** any goddamn way And I could care less if we label mates Your style been dead Colombians should drop the weight I got love for Da Brat get off Bow Wow back f** you, f** ya n***as that's writing ya raps What up lo get ya L.A. pa** revoked Don't get me wrong Papa Smurf you won't get smoked But ya might get robbed and choked Or you might disappear, kidnapped with no ransom note Off the leash, off the hook, off the chain f** Jermaine you ain't gotta say my name Speak now or forever hold a dick in ya mouth You ain't the mayor, you don't run sh** in the South Scarface run the South motherf**er you will be on The underage b**h in the Kelly tape getting pee'd on co*k-eyed midget with a Napoleon complex Nickelodeon fetish you represent nonsense Harlem Shake to that, high jump to hell You the best in the business, I can't tell Too late to apologize kiss my a** We about to cut your whole sound scan in half Got to keep your hands up homie protect yo'self Stop f**ing with the West n***a respect yo'self It's a short ride to the top and a long way down Look Man vs. Machine about to drop now This ain't no beef it's more like lunch meat Loss caliber heat let's take it to the street muh'f**er Ha ha...ha ha....ha ha.....ha ha ha ha ha ha....haaaa ha ha ha ha ha Oh my god...yeah, yeah