Rap City Freestyle [2009]

[Verse 1: Big Tigger] Listen Ain't nothing changed, but the area code I relax and relocate it down the road Now, forever will be, be asking what I see But right now representing for the DMV You can catch me live from the den Two to six P.M But right now, 50, Denaun, and Eminem Yes, indeed, that Relapse is on your shelves But come on, Mr. Porter, rock for Old D12 [Verse 2: Denaun] I'm Mr. Obnoxious Open-hand slap a dude You couldn't, you wouldn't You'd run off crying like Cuba Gooding I [?] in your girl's pussy, I call her pudding She love us [?], I love the girl cookin' Scrap bet, you dudes weak as Chuck Nevitt I bang buck naked, Jesus peace swing reckless Entrepreneur, head honcho, hope you're ready for A poppy ass dude walkin' through your door I send goons to do yo' dirt I send wounds to mommas in church I've been a problem since birth I got a [?] I don't ask her on a date I ask her can I [?] first A CEO with his [?] hit I made somethin' from nothin', I'm a hustler Shh, keep it [?] up, burnin' up the side of my hip And make a hit for anybody for fifty-thousand chips Come on, dawg [Break: Big Tigger & Eminem] Ight Oh Yo Oh Okay, okay This shit is real, son, this shit is real [Verse 3: Eminem] Woah, Nelly, tell Angelina Jolie I'm ready With petroleum jelly, to smear it all over me belly And tell her she can hit me on me mobile, me celly And meet in the salami section of the grocery deli (Ah!) And maybe we can find us an appropriate telly A Motel 6 or 8, I think they both could be helly (Uh huh) I hit it, then I quit it and I told her "Email me And don't call me, I'll call you— can you feel me? Ho, do you smell me? (Haha) Animal instinct, cannibalistic (Yeah) I just ran out of lipstick, man, I'm a twisted (Uh huh) Sick, sadistic, son of a bitch, 666 (Mm) Broke his crucifix made out of sticks, then fixed it (Woo!) Chck-chck-chck, chick, chck-chck, chck-chck, chck! Now play it backwards: muscle relaxers mixed with Liquid Dilaudid, it's diluted for quick fix You're delusional, illusions look realistic [Verse 4: Eminem] I need Christopher Reeves to come and lay his verse I think he can spit it better on Medicine Ball, first Off, I did not even realize the guy died So I guess them Christopher Reeves jokes ain't gonna fly Oh! I'm on a roll, don't get me started Ellen got pissed at me, tried to push me and pussy-farted (Woo!) With such accuracy, he aims and he shoots the target Cupid's arrow done forced it, now look, sweetheart, it's The kissin' bandit on a mission to leave Ms. Degeneres Disenchanted by men, now just listen, dammit Mr. Rossi, I need no posse, I single handed- -ly will steal your heart with a kiss, where should I plant it? Moi! Baby, it's moi! And my repertoire Is running around in pink panties and leopard bra And negligah, negligée, you say tomato, I say tomah-to I'm Tommy Motola Mariah, don't stop me, I'm on a roll Oh! [Outro: Big Tigger] Ahahahahahaha Y'all know what it is: Rap City The Relapse album in stores