Eminem - 1997 Rap Olympics lyrics

I'mma tell you this for your own benefit Your sh** was dope as hell, specially when you wrote 90% of it What you need to do is practice on your freestyles 'fore you come up missin' like Snoop Dogg's police files This type of sh**? b**h be sure that I'm spittin' Be hittin', you gonna pray to God this sh** was written But it wasn't I'll k** a dozen rappers when I buzzin' Guzzlin', beat your a** like a jealous husband Now whos ya boy? b**h you about to suffer and see north When you go in a coma longer than Vladamir Konstastinov Cut the damn machine off Get a clean cloth, and wipe this bloody video screen off _________________________________________________________________ I'm movin' in for the k**, plus I got the trap set I can tell you're wack as f**, and I ain't even hear you rap yet Look at you thinkin I'm about to whip his a** Cause I'm a do some written sh**, plus I get to go last Well guess what ? even if I go first, it's no worse My sh**'s still gon' demolish yo verse I'm bout to slice you like a ginsu And anything you say can and will be used against you In a court of law, I'm short and raw Take you f**in' sh** and cut it off Yo, you wanna be a dope MC? Look, don't get mad and start taking your period out on me _________________________________________________________________ You wanna represent on the microphone but you rap sleazily I ain't about to battle this fake a** Eazy-E There ain't no way I'm a do this bullsh** I don't give a f**, I'm loaded up with a full clip Time of the month, you couldn't get the tape of the day Take him away, I ripped him like a paper mache I've heard you rap before, you ain't about sh** This whole battle was mismatched like your outfit Try to battle me and get your mouth split You sold out like Ticketmaster Outlet Ha ha, I bust and I crush, I don't give a f** Ain't no way that you can f** with us I'm givin back with pimp sh** I'll laminate that a** in a badge and wear it at the Rap Olympics _________________________________________________________________ Blah-badee-blah-da-blah-blah, stop babblin' You so f**in' wack I'm a walk away while you battlin' f** that, I'm on a brand new solo mission To make sure that Wendy Day kicks your a** out of the rap coalition I throw a switch at an execution With an overdose of devotion don't talk back, I'm the dope, b**h So who you sound like on the mic? There was only one 2Pac, your thug style's just one Big Syke Take a big hike, b**h you can't catch me Your best rhymes still ain't sh** like a patsy What the f** you gonna do? I'll battle anybody in your crew and I don't give a f** I slaughter boys, especially wack a** emcees That will wear a fake a** corduroy _________________________________________________________________ I'm bout to make this mic short circuit This beat is wack as f**, this sh** fits you perfect I got so many ways to diss you that I'm playful with'ch you I'll let a razor slit you 'til they have to staple stitch you And everybody in this f**in' place'll miss you If you try to turn my facial tissue to a racial issue Nobody's hearin' you, you're a wack liar Damn, all you white jokes just backfired Cause b**h you walkin' up the wrong street Now go tell all your boys you was beat by a honkey I don't give a f**, I'll k** ya, b**h You better recognize me like a look familiar Anything you say I'm a k** ya, grill ya When I f**in' drill ya I'm Marsh but you're the one that's mellow