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Marshall Bruce Mathers III (born October 17, 1972), known professionally as Eminem (/ˌɛmɪˈnɛm/; often stylized as EMINƎM), is an American rapper, songwriter, record producer, record executive, and actor. He is consistently cited as one of the greatest and most influential artists of all time in any genre, with Rolling Stone ranking him 83rd on its list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time and labelling him the "King of Hip Hop". He will often be called " Slim Shady" at times. He has gotten into quite some rap battles against MGK, ( Machine Gun Kelly) Snoop Dog, etc. more »

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Yeah
It's Shady, ha ha (woo)
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit (ha ha)
Here we go again 
Yeah (what? Huh-huh, ha ha)

Does it make you mad when I switch my flow? 
You can't understand how I get my dough 
50 Cent, I'm on fire 'cause Shady said so 
I'm on fire (here we go now)

Everybody's in a rush try to get the throne 
I just get on the track and try to set the tone (come on)
I ain't tryna use nobody as a steppin' stone 
But don't compare me, I'm better off just left alone 
And I ain't even tryna go there with record sales 
I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself 
Say, "What up?", Keep steppin', and just rep D12 
Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail 
And livin' reckless, but if you go check my belt 
You may see something else I used to protect myself (come here)
A vest, to stop a Rueger and deflect the shells 
And send 'em back at you faster than they left the barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to 
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you 
And I done seen a lot of people cross the line (uh-huh)
But this motherfucker Ja musta lost his mind (woo)
That X, got him thinkin' he was DMX 
Then he switched to Pac now he's tryna be him next 
So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael 
Just keep singin' that same song, recycled 
We'd all much rather get along and fight you 
Me and Hailie danced to your songs we like you 
And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth (uh-huh)
come on now, you know the white boy'll bite you 
I hurt your pride dawg and you know I don't like to 
But I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable I just slap you 
Killin' you faster than you poppin' pill after little pill 
Of them tabs of that shit you on, but if you want it you got it 
You'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on it 
But if we lock horns, we can charge harder than Busta 
We bump heads with any motherfucker that wants to (woo)
So what's the deal? Where was all the tough talk? 
When I walked up to you like, "Ja what up, dawg?"
How come you didn't say you had a problem then? 
When you was standin' there with all your men, we coulda solved this then (uh)
I'm a grown man, dawg, come holla 
All you did was slapped hands, smile and swallow
Another one of them little X pills in front of me
And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be, come on 

I know you don't want it with me
You know you don't want it with me
You talk and soon you gon' see
You don't wanna bump heads with me
I know you don't want it with me
You know you don't want it with me
You talk and soon you gon' see
You don't wanna bump heads with me (Tony, come on)

You couldn't son me if my father helped you 
My punchlines is hot, my bars'll melt you (what?)
Ja, you Stuart Little, shells'll lift you 
Every other week I'm buyin' a new pistol (woo)
I clap at your ass with this chrome.38 
And put six through your hats, a seven 3/8's (come on)
Irv you ain't Suge Knight, you shook night 
I put my knife in ya wind pipe and breeze on the turnpike (break it down) 
You know and I know who took ya chain 
You got robbed two times, so ya ass is lame
I'm down to die for this shit, all I need is bail 
You betta stick to the movies with Steven Seagal, bitch 

I know you don't want it with me
You know you don't want it with me
You talk and soon you gon' see
You don't wanna bump heads with me
I know you don't want it with me
You know you don't want it with me
You talk and soon you gon' see
You don't wanna bump heads with me (Lloyd Banks)

F*ck that, I'm tired of waitin'
These industry niggas startin' to get outta hand 
Like I won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even in Compton they understand 
I'm on the block where you was raised (break it, break it, break it down now)
Blowin' chocolate up out your van and
They see me pop up on icy 'cause I could (what?)
You been gone so long you probably forgot your way around the hood, hood
Bitch, when you paranoid it's hard to make a song 
How you want it with us and half of your artists got make-up on?
Every magazine I open you on your knees takin' prayer pictures (yeah)
And you ain't even get shot yet, you scared bitches 
You don't know nothin' 'bout what pain is, sucka 
I'll put your ass underground like a train conductor, muhfucker (yeah)

I know you don't want it with me
You know you don't want it with me
You talk and soon you gon' see
You don't wanna bump heads with me
I know you don't want it with me
You know you don't want it with me
You talk and soon you gon' see
You don't wanna bump heads with me

Yeah, nigga, yeah 
Shady Aftermath, G-Unit 
F*ck you think they call us G Unit for?
'Cause we move units, uh-huh
And don't think we ain't billin' you for this motherfucking studio time
Matter fact keep, keep it on 50, we'll call it even, ha

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