Eminem - Freestyle On Tim Westwood lyrics

{Freestyle over Jay-Z's 'So Ghetto'} [Intro: Eminem (Proof)] Yeah. Now I'm getting distorted. (Can you turn it down) When I was...I should've been aborted. But it was too late...uh oh. (Uh oh) Yo, just turn up the beat a little bit. I don't care if the mic is distorted. f** it [Eminem] That's it, that's it, gotta hit than pa** it I'm blasted off a tab of acid Flabbergasted Hopped in a cab and blasted the cab driver I said...haha Hold on a minute Give me infinite beats that I can kick for a minute Y'all don't understand The way that I got this mic in my hand k**ing any MC who stands or sits or walks Or is handicapped It doesn't Mr. Handicap, hand me that Haha I clap hands with the rap fans Jump in their wheelchairs and give 'em a lap dance I'm the illest MC who will k** this And what? And Die Hard like who? (Bruce Willis) Thank you very much that's a f**ing cliche But I will rock the microphone and don't care about what he say Or they say or I say or we say or them say Eminem say sh** that only Slim say Or Slim says f** a les -bian in her a** Korean or a... Haha [Interlude: Proof talking] Ayo, let me try something. Uh uh uh uh uh uh. I'm not free in here, check it out [Proof] I rap if there was no rap within a soul clap Expose wack rappers and smack 'em with my bozack Flatten 'em like inner tubes Punch my fist through the torso of thinner dudes And when I'm in the mood make a serious winner lose Get high of gin and booze [Eminem] Hahahaha In an inner tube While I'm in the nude With a centerfold In the winter cold [Proof] Ayo we give it though Give me an envelope I get with Tim Westwood show And Cypher Sounds I strike you down Don't like the way you sound, you wack now You got my style packed down or should I say down pack Any MC's will tell you right now that you sound wack Call us up and then we make noise then see shells We shall prevail you faker than Lee Nails And we tell D-12 to all those that don't know Flow for flow we rocking your radio How you feel right now? C'mon Shady flow Yo, yo, yo [Interlude: Eminem and Proof talking] [E] Yo, turn the beat up a little bit [P] I know, it's like the beat is like mad low [E] Hello, hello, hello, check, check, check [P] Hello [E] Check, check, check {beat switches to LL Cool J's 'Ill Bomb'} [E] What, what? [P] Awwww sh** [E] Yo, turn the beat up a little bit [P] Yeah, just turn it up, up, up, up [Cypher Sounds] C'mon Tim turn it up [E] Yeah, just turn it up Tim [P] Let it be distorted. Yo, yo, yo [Eminem] Trapped in a cinema, in a material world Criminal, cops scour the rural area thorough Cause I kissed a girl, married a girl Carried a girl to the cemetery, buried a girl And I'm desperate, no one to mess with Always get arrested for something domestic And I k** the way you met me You'll never catch me, cops can't sketch me You can't upset me, no matter how bad How mad you get me Problem with y'all, I'm letting the Tec speak Went from sweet to hard Beat the odds From no hoes to show, quit the pizza job No more fools to rob, no more geeks to rob No more stolen cars, no more Visa cards (Visa cards) Slim Shady (Slim Shady and D-12)