Bullets
Let me define in one line why against you Im fighting in front line
Hold on, Im on the phone line, theres no need to whine
Youre a dictator, people will discover it sooner or later
Whos the real race hater, maybe youre too dumb, you need a translator,
Youre the one who deserves a smack for his intelligence lack (Arghhhhhhhhh !!!)
Playing on a whack track as if you were black, holla back !
White for a half, writing on Dave Mays behalf,
Man youre a faggot, all you want is a big maggot,
You need to be shot for your deloyal plot,
Trying to rally the black community for this load of insanity,
Maybe for you to hate its too late, spread you fake mic rate,
Whatever this wont increase your album sale, for you began an unlucky trail,
Youre just a plain sinner, who would call you a winner
Youre just so unprofessionnal, so obsessional, and just a beginner,
We all laugh at the Bawston bitch, who will never be rich
To another topic you need to switch, you act like a plain snitch,
Denonciator, what a whack score, youre such a bore, thinking youre hardcore,
People like you we abhore, while Shady we adore,
you dont belong to the rap decor, close the door
Youd better open a clothing store, cuz we already won the war.
We are 9 million, a crowd of zillion, against us youre definitly done
This is your end run, everybody is making fun of you, take the gun,
Your reference to Malcom X is an easy equation, a regression of y on x,
It only reflects your anti white projects, Ill break your necks,
You cant deny it : Shady is universal, and nothing explains against him your reversal,
Of course The Source should show remorse and yea the magazine is not the only hip hop force,
Constructive projects you should endorse, that would increase you sales force
But your vendetta looks like an operetta
Stop jumping up and down, youre just a clown, Ill bring you down
Man, youre so weak, soon youll die down ,
You make me feel disgusted, youll get busted,
To the black community youre no pillar, you look like a bee killer,
Or a liquor distiller, nothing iller, you aint no serial killer
Ill send you bullets and rockets, go hide your bracelets and amulets
No need to hide your secrets, swallow your last chicken nuggets,
Man, spread your SOS calls, you aint no balls
On you I pull the trigger before you call Em a wigger,
Youre the one who told the Strangla to use the N Word
You fucking nerd, aint that absurd, yea, but it occured,
The Strangla is white, allright ? On Blacks to hate wasnt this an invite ?
The beef against Em you did ignite, and on an apology you should conclude
What you started so rude, dude, your fucking fued,
Be real, youre a bad thief, you steal, in front of Shady you should kneel.
While trying to rhyme you fell on the banana peel
This beef looks surreal, you rage youre unable to conceal,
Of Benzino, everybodys getting tired, youre so uninspired,
As a rapper you need to get fired, it is high time youd get retired.
Can you feel the chill wind of defeat , take a chill pill
End your stress, go back to your illegal business
There is nobody you can impress, not even in the press.