Bizarre
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you´ll ever have
You can´t remember shit in no history book
You ready to rap motherfucker?
You ready to sell your soul? hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up

Swifty McVay
I´m disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
Be havin´ shadier than Wes Craven
And you ain´t even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of layin´ a nigga down daily
You face me, punk it´s over, you´ll faint fast
I´ve never fucked up to where I can´t whoop ya ass
You´ll neck´ll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin´? It´s cool but fools, just don´t confuse it
What happens: these dudes get rude then I lose it
I´m scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlas
With a gat that´s bigger than Godzilla´s back nigga
You are not realer, in fact you´re feel the effects
Of a crack dealer, y´all presidents since we smacked
And got a mack 10 with it, so I ain´t gotta rap
But I´m thankful for that, don´t mistakin´ me black
Cuz you´ll be stankin´ in the back of a fuckin´ Cadillac

Eminem
I´m get snuffed, cuz I ain´t said enough to pipe down
I pipe down, when the White House just wiped out
When I see that little Cheney dike get sniped out
Lights out, bitch adios, goodnight
Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute cuz the hype just died down
That I won´t go up in the Oval Office right now
And flip whatever ain´t tied down upside down
I´m all for America, fuck the government
Tell that seed to Laura, tell the slut to suck a dick
Motherfuck ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitch
Take away my gun, I´m gonna tuck some other shit
Can´t tell me shit about the tricks of this trade
Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades
And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade
Shit´s like a samurai sword of Cincy
Shit just don´t change to this day
I´m this way, still tell that utslay ipsbay
Upsay my ipnay, ´scuse my ickpay, addelay
But fuckfay the rap game

{Refrain: Eminem}
This rap game, this rap game
I ain´t sellin´ my soul for this rap game
And I ain´t diggin´ no hole for this rap game
Man, I´m tellin´ you, know it ain´t happening
This rap game, this rap game
I ain´t sellin´ my soul for this rap game
I ain´t diggin´ no hole for this rap game
This rap game, this rap game

Kon Artist
I wouldn´t wanna be drinkin´, drowned in my own inequity
But fucked that I´ma rap ´til y´all all get sick of me
And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me
I´m pickin´ a rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I´m sayin´ you motherfuckers don´t know us, quit playin´
If I´m broke, then I´m breakin´ up in the place where you layin´
You know, same shit every nigga done in his life
I lived to this wise, speak on when I want when I write
So why should I ever fear another man
If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?
OK, you win, you can say we can´t rap
But no shorts cuz I´m mean (??) say this is whack

Kuniva
I walk in that party and just start bussin´ {*gunshots and screaming*}
Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction"
This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome
To let you know the time without Morris Dangerome (nigga)
I´m low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin´ lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese
With ya seed, you be an unlucky G
My lifestyle is unstable, I party anatic
They said no fightin´ in the club so I brought me a ´matic
Coughin´ the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit
Poppin´ the tablet and guns to soften my habit(?)

Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy
Make makin´ millions look easy
Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me
Believe me, before you see my pistol in three days
No time to call a peace treaty
Dial 911 cuz you need the police to help (??) believe me

Proof
I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb
This is absurd, we street niggas twistin´ the words
We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood"
Cuz Proof and Shyne man shit nothin´ in common
But ask this band with gasoline chan
We never bow down to be a flash in the pan
No remorse, fuck ya stature dog
Nothin´ to do with hands when I clap at y´all
But to draw on the ground with the form and the pound
Then I´m gone outta town ´fore the law come around
So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats
Matter of fact, we can battle for plaques (This rap game)

Bizarre
I´m too fuckin´ retarded
I don´t give a fuck about my dick
That´s why I´m datin´ Lorraina Bobbet
My crew had an argument, who was the largest
Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist
Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps
Well I really didn´t, but I did accordin´ to this contract
I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go
Freezin´ 20 below, forced to join (??)
My little girl, she shouldn´t listen to these lyrics
That´s why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it
If rap don´t work, I´m startin´ a group with Garth Brooks
Hahahaha, and just say "Look"

{au Refrain}