Yeah.. You thought it was over? Nah.. You can't
get rid of me.. I'm the arch nemesis.. And I'm not
stopin.. Until I've acomplished what I've came
here for.. Complete elimination.

Verse 1 It's bout to be the death of slim shady, a
little over 2 years, he still can't face me, that
shit you pulled on the TV was a slick move, you
should have got Dave, cause now I'ma get you. And
I ain't even pressin up on a ya like i shoud beter
double up on ya security, wish a nigga would.
Tryin to run up on the station, and I'll be
waiting with fully automatics, blowin out your
patients, you got a fuckin nerve takin me to
trial. Copyright infrigmit, you said it was a
freestyle, and you lied about your age, you was
21, never ever make a move with an empty gun, I'll
go to war, never fold, snipe you on the fifty yard
line, why talkin this way? And why you walkin with
Dre, it don't matter, catch you at a show, you
ain't built for battle.

Chorus It was me.. That made you stop doin shows
in the states It was me.. That made you get pauly
on a tape It was me.. That made your uncle put the
burner to his face

It was me.. That got your boy Proff servin miami
It was me.. That struck a nerve when i said fuck
halie It was me.. That ultimatly put an end to
slim shady

Verse 2 Yo, Pauly tell me on the celly, you a
light weight, Steve stuckits motherfucker cause
he's the same way, your whole circles just a bunch
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liftin snitches, and I know I didn't hear you say
you help my career out, you a puppet, sittin like
a kid in Jimmy's lap, Makaveli rollin over in his
grave, you fuckin up his music, the beats don't
pay! And where's your girl Kim, I needa get my
dick sucked, I heard she like coke, she wanna get
her face bucked, but I ain't freakin with no
trailor park trash, I'll leave that shit to you
Marshall Mathers..(Outkast) Whats the use of havin
papers, if you hide it, I can see the source
awards, but missin at the vibe it, how can you
call yourself the number one rapper, XXL showin
love to a cracka!

Chorus

Verse 3 I heard on the radio, you said you wanna
squash beef, it's kinda funny, to me this shit was
never beef. portoreeko with the burner in hand,
ran up on Green Lantern, he almost shit in his
pants (Damn). Raise the white flag, I'm chargin up
the hill, nail in the coffin, I'm inpossible to
kill, I'm your worst nightmare, the reeper in the
flesh, its a fight till the finish, a battle till
the death. Dressin like a woman to sell a few
copies, dis respectin Michael, Em you gettin
sloppy, your albums atroshish, Jimmy's scared in
double, fuck D12 cause there careers are in
trouble, Angeles get your nuts up out your mouth,
enoughs a dick rider, I'll lay these niggaz out,
And everybody else who wanna try and hold ya,
cause in all reality your the only toy soldier!

Chorus