Eminem:
Look at this classic rock dipshit, he's such a prick
All your music is a motherfuckin pile of shit
Even your wife is a bitch, she came and sucked my dick
I'm Slim Fucking Shady, bitch, this ain't no comedy shtick
This is the real Shady, not a fake, like your whole damn career
I'm not walking around sticking my dick in another mans rear
Dr. Dre may have said that Shady was a basehead
But your songs have no bass at all, after this your whole damn career will be dead
Steve Miller:
I really love the way you've lied in that whole verse
I'm Steve Miller, I respect people who respect me, but you're obviously the worst
I was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, that's almost a guaranteed win
I'm flying like an eagle, soaring, even ask Kim
After she left you, I gave her a bit of my Jungle Love
But setting you straight is the only thing i'm really thinking of
After this, you won't have time for an Encore
This isn't a fight anymore, it's a rapping war
Eminem:
I'll crack a bottle on your head if you don't fuck off
Your rhymes ain't nowhere near mine, you're slow like a fucking sloth
Rapping till I collapse, till I have a damn relapse, till you die, which hopefully ain't far away
You only made music for your motherfucking paydays
Steve Miller:
I'm a joker, a smoker, a midnight toker
Every rhyme you make is a gamble, like a game of poker
I'm the Space Cowboy and the gangster of love
My raps are strong, yours get knocked over by a small little shove