Eminem Battle Lyrics:
What? What? What? You wanna battle ME? Yo man,
how much money you got? What? What? What? You
wanna battle ME? Yo man, how much money you got?

I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up Caddy
Since the hood still love me, I'll turn the heat
up daddy I went from mackin fly honies on the
train to straight relaxin on the beach, countin
money gettin brain Soon as you rappers get a
chance you wanna floss a lot You buy a iced out
watch because it cost a lot Then you in the club,
stylin with dough Profilin with hoes that we
boned, a while ago You rookies haven't done
enough laps around the track You had one hot
single, but then your album sounds wack Son you
bore me with your war stories You ain't even do
that shit, so that's just more stories How you
expect us to take you seriously? The look in my
eye punk, has got you scared of me I'm blastin
your sons, I'm snatchin your funds You catch a
royal ass-whoopin, you've been askin for one

I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the
game What.. what? We thorough to the end Yo
man..You know the drill I'm bout to slap rappers
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around and bruise the game What.. what? You wanna
battle me? Yo man..How much money you got?

Bitch you don't even know, the half about me I
bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff
about me I'm just a little bit older, plus a
whole lot wiser I might advise ya, or I might
pulverize ya I can visit any city, get respect in
the street While you alone in your room, shook to
death of the streets I'll take a second to speak,
I keep my weapon in reach I ain't talkin romance
but you'll get swept off your feet I keeps a
ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle
shit Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle
shit You can't compare to the status right here
Legendary worldwide, we can battle right here
Listen junior, I'ma tear back your wig This ain't
TV but I'll show you what a "Fear
Factor" is Stop grillin me, and all that
frontin is killin me You leave me no choice but
to hurt your feelings G

I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the
game What.. what? You wanna battle me? Yo
man..How much money you got? What.. what? We
thorough to the end Yo man..You know the drill
I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the
game I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise
the game We thorough to the end I'm bout to slap
rappers around You know the drill We thorough to
the end I'm bout to slap rappers around and
bruise the game You know the drill
Lyrics: Battle, Eminem [end]