Tim Westwood - '99 Tim Westwood Freestyle (Unreleased) lyrics

[Eminem verse 1] One two, one two One two, one two, one two Y'all done started something that you can't undo Yo I'm up in the spot with Tim Westwood You wanna step to this you better bring you best foot Flawless freestyles I drop right of the top Take a bottle of beer and bite off the top Right of the block, straight to your neighbourhood The flavors good in London and Imma stay for good Yo, check it out, it's Slim Shady I rip the radio off right of of the S baby Y'all can't see me cuz yall don't wanna be it Y'all don't understand these freestyles when I MC it Original bad boy on the case, cover your face Came in the place, blowed and sprayed Puffy with mace I lace the weed with ?insect repellent, better check to spell it Eminem starts with E better check to spell it, with a capital Somebody grab me a snappel I got an asprin cap still trapped on my Adam's apple Somebody dropped me on my head And I'm for sure that my mother did it But the b**h won't admit it was her I slit her stomach open with a scapel when she was 6 months And said I'm ready now b**h, can't you feel these kicks c*nt? The world ain't ready for me yet, I can't tell I'll probally have a cell next to the furnace in hell I'm sicken these s**m cells with syphilis? germs And I'm hotter than my dick is, when I'm pissin it burns I kick you in the tummy until you're sick to your stomach And vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it Hit you in the head with a picture you plumet If yall don't like me you can s** my dick till you numb it And all the gibberish you were spittin, you need to k** it Cuz your style is like dying in my sleep, I don't feel it And any MC that'll try to step to this I'll throw you right off of the roof Ayo, bust it Proof! [Proof verse 1] [Eminem verse 2] Last night I OD'd on rush,mushrooms and dust And rushed to the hospital to get my system flushed Shucks, I'm an alcoholic and that's all I can say I've called in to work cuz all I do is frolic and play I swallow grenades and take about a bottle a day Of Tylenol 3 and talk about how violent I'll be Give me 11 Excedrin and my head will spin Pennesillin will get me reving like a 747 jet engine Scratched my balls till I shred the skin Doctor check this rash, look how red it's been It's probablly AIDS, forget it then I'll strike a still pose and hit you with some ill flows Don't even make sense like dykes using dil*os So reach in your bill folds for 10 duckets? And pick up the Slim Shady stuff that's on Ruckus Some'n some'n some'n some'n, I can't read it My daughter scriblled over that line I couldn't read it [Proof verse 2] Eminem verse 3 Yo yo yo One more time I come back Slinging the wack Yo I'm the illest rapper to hold the cordless, patrolling corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action than Rosco beating James Tar Senior And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in the wild hood, as a hazardous youth With a messed up childhood, that I used as an excuse And ain't sh** changed, I kept the same mindstate Since the third time that I failed 9th grade You probably think that I'm a negative person Don't be so sure of it I don't promote violence, I just encourage it I laugh at the sight of d**h As I fall down a cement flight of steps And land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind, you and a friend Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again sh**, why not? Blow your brain out I'm blowing mine out f** it, you only live once you might as well die now [Proof verse 3] [Eminem verse 4] Smoke and work? is that we spit On this microphone they say we're aren't allowed to say sh** So Imma say it as much as I can Cuz it don't matter cuz I'm the man With a frickin beer in my hand I said frick cuz of respect to Tim Westwood Yall wanna step to this Yo I come from the best hood Detroit, the motown, where it goes down Kick the flow sound Rappers they know now I kick a pro now [Proof] [Eminem verse 5] And 3 plus Yall wanna be us But none of you won t see us Even if yall had some brand new bifocals I try locals So yall die rot locals? cuz I smoke you Plus I provoke you and then I bust Freestyles yall can't trust cuz I'm like CanIbus Bus can I bust? No you can't Well yes I can cuz I'm slim shady and I'm the man [Proof] [Eminem verse 6] Well Imma check then with dirty needles It's two of us but we're not the beatles Cuz there were three of them And I am seeing them but yall ain't seeing Em Even if I was driving in the BM in the PM With the top up and the top down Don't matter cuz I rock now Yo yall can hear the Glock sound, 2Pac now Yo that's what I am when I bust This lyrical image Yall can't just betray the skrimmage that I be k**ing When I be bustin and I'm crushing Any MC leave em with no freakin discussion [Proof] Run up in your house then I shot your wife Ayo Em, hold these Tylenol three's while I rock the mic [Eminem] Weed lacer, 97 wearing burgundy blazer Wanted for burgulary Had to dis the mercury tracer All up on some loc sh** Cuz I'm fed of being broke sh** I'm not to joke with Yo I don't sell crack, I smoke it [Proof] [Eminem verse 7] Hand me an .8, beam me up and land me in space I'ma sit on top of the world {​​​​​​​​​​I'm here}​​​​​​​​​​ and sh** on Brandy and Mase I'm more than ill I'm scarier than a white journalist in a room with Lauryn Hill Human horror film But with a lot funnier plot, and people that feel me Cause I'ma still be Madd Rapper, whether I got money or not As long as I'm on pills, and I got plenty of pot I'll be in a canoe paddlin, makin fun of your yacht But I would like an award For the best rapper to get one mic in The Source And a wardrobe I can afford Otherwise I might get sent up back-strike in a Ford And you wonder what the hell I need more Vicadin for Everybody's pissin' me off; even the No Limit Tank Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin me off No sh** I'm a great danger to my health Why else would I k** you then jump in the grave and bury myself? You can hate me now