Eminem - 8 Mile Chapter 7 Parking Lot Battle: B Rabbit lyrics

you're style is generic, mine's authentic made. i roll like a renegade, you need clinic aid. my technique is bazzare and ill, i scar and k**, you were a star until i served you like a bar and grille. 'cause i proceed to grill ya, thats all it took to k** ya, you better recognize me like i look familiar. you wanna battle? you'll beat around the bush, like you're scared to lick p**y so you eat around the tush. i need someone to push, someone i can bully, wait a minute, i don't think you understand fully. ya see, me without a style is like mustard without the heinz, i lead the new school, you're a Busta without the Rhymes, i'll bust the sh** out your lines.