Eminem: Battle

{*scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?"*}{*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*}{*scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?"*}{*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*}[Guru]I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up CaddySince the hood still love me, I'll turn the heat up daddyI went from mackin fly honies on the trainto straight relaxin on the beach, countin money gettin brainSoon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lotYou buy a iced out watch because it cost a lotThen you in the club, stylin with doughProfilin with hoes that we boned, a while agoYou rookies haven't done enough laps around the trackYou had one hot single, but then your album sounds wackSon you bore me with your war storiesYou ain't even do that shit, so that's just more storiesHow you expect us to take you seriously?The look in my eye punk, has got you scared of meI'm blastin your sons, I'm snatchin your fundsYou catch a royal ass-whoopin, you've been askin for one{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}"What.. what?" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}"Yo man.." "You know the drill"{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}"What.. what?" {*scratch: "You wanna battle me?"*}"Yo man.." "How much money you got?"[Guru]Bitch you don't even know, the half about meI bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff about meI'm just a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiserI might advise ya, or I might pulverize yaI can visit any city, get respect in the streetWhile you alone in your room, shook to death of the streetsI'll take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reachI ain't talkin romance but you'll get swept off your feetI keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle shitGroupies fake moves, I get her to settle shitYou can't compare to the status right hereLegendary worldwide, we can battle right hereListen junior, I'ma tear back your wigThis ain't TV but I'll show you what a "Fear Factor" isStop grillin me, and all that frontin is killin meYou leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}"What.. what?" {*scratch: "You wanna battle me?"*}"Yo man.." "How much money you got?""What.. what?" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}"Yo man.." "You know the drill"{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}{*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around"*}"You know the drill"{*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*}{*scratched: "I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}"You know the drill"