ya f*** mouth, don't irritate the smooth Thinkin' of a greater way to build a greater flow I hope she got some great ***, that's how I grade a *** White
be a hoax, Black man? No, what about the great white hope?,(eminem diss, start) What? Man you must be sniffin great white coke, Don't you know that
than life Turn up the kid mic 'cuz ya'll ain't listening right What's all this talk that Nas got bought? I'd rather outline my body in white chalk Ain
null hypothesis On Tuesday's test, I was dissed Got Stat-60 on my mind In my notes and in my rhymes Chi-squared values all the time Easy quarter? Not
on a big screen You ain't right You're in your thirties without a job And you're still living with your mom You ain't right You go to your great uncle
bipolar while I'm rhyming standing beside a big old white bear Neither one of us fight fair, you are literally looking at Woody and Wesley in a movie With a white
Like bartenders mix liquor I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock Now time to click triggers Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
of flabby harlot woman flesh Is wobbling around the hotel room, farting Mucus is dripping from her pig-hole nostrils into her mouth Nah, streaming Steaming, streaming great
he don't stay in the ghetto, but yet you do, So are you fuckin' him, or is he fuckin' you? Give me your money says the man in the white collar, Praise
getting mighty near And when they think that they'd changed me Cut my hair to meet their needs Will they think, I'm white or Indian Quarter blood or
to duck hunt and double dribble When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked nickels My cars got big TV's and satellites I got a wheel of fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna White
a whole lot of rangers A fresh new couch and a whole lot of trainers A closet full of clothes and some brand new dangers And Some Mexican floral arrangers A great
[Intro: Hell Razah] Yo, son, I've got something to tell you. You know what I'm saying? Because when you're going to be a great speaker. You know what
Tryin' to get a meal ticket Cocaine lady, white lady, sellin' good I'm leanin' on the leather and I'm grippin' on the wood I'm feelin' on the great
Feelin' funky funky fine in my deuce and a quarter Feelin' funky funky fine Feelin' funky funky fine in my deuce and a quarter Feelin' funky funky fine In my deuce and a quarter
hand talking While the other slips underneath steals inches from me All the lights seem to dim on command Lifting oxygen from eyelids calm yourself Deep breaths quarter