Backstage in London 2001 (Full Version) - Tim Westwood

[Verse 1: Eminem] C'mon y’all look there's six of us Y'all right now are in the midst of In the mix with us With Tim Westwood Y’all can't step to us Y'all just should Shut your damn mouth, I cannot cuss so damn Is the worst word that I can say outta my mouth So when I do this foolish rhyme is fluid Spitting like ammunition when I go to it I hop to it, it ain't hip hop is it? Yes it is y'all need to pay us a visit We're D12 reason it ain't just D6 Cause when we stomp you it feels like twelve of us knee clicks Ah and it goes like that, everybody know y'all give us the mic’ back [Verse 2: Bizarre] G shit, respect it I’ll fuck a bitch that's pregnant and anorexic Check it, I’m up to no good You laughing, I'm fresh Tim Wood-Wood Please don't fucking cuss, motherfucker suck my dick Don't talk shit Yo I’m fucking up So I'ma pass the mic' to my nigga Proof Blast off [Verse 3: Swifty] I'm driving seventy-five miles per hour Sippin' Amaretto sour Bumpin' "Money and the Power" I'm on my way to send my enemies some flowers With a sarcastic face I murdered the coward Tryna stop my hustle You get devoured You get covered with more shells and mussels laying awkward I bust you With your family laying in Boxford I pack something special to keep the cops hurt The word is covered with it so you can't stop dirt I'm snatching it Don't let the others get it That won't work I smoke Don't let you hit it when it's burnt 'Cause he thinks can rap my lyric You besta stay alert You besta stay alert [Verse 4: Proof] Ay yo, listen I will come at you for mines Run at you with nines Coat snatcher for dimes I'm the punisher of rhymes Call us ginsu Any bit you get cut through You put the fan in fantast[ic] I put the f in [fuck you] 1/6th a partner D12 is darker With hearts I hate as pure as Author Cerebral is sharper All six sense keen as Peter Parker This is the area 9 sparker Race through a stage like a wild boar My style of war Even worse than Bizarre snore Punch the oaked arch the land when I march I'm a shark that makes battling into a art I'm true with a pen, my category a few would be in Don't matter if you anglo, mulatto or nubian Make the strong fall Ride on a long haul Beat up my last girl 'cause she sucked the wrong ball All y'all MCs whether friend or foe Playing it low, I'm planning to blow ya leg with more With thoughts that make due I penetrate through You got dreams of beating me your alarm clock'll wake you Hate you, erase your face and disgrace you Spray your filet, and then just lace you doe My style is ratchet with the sin Most of y'all like homos. Why? Cause y'all gonna catch it in the end [Verse 5: Kuniva] I'm a nightmare devious With the most mischievous crew in the industry Without an ounce of lenience The disobedient Gun grabbing Get stashed End in the back of a paddy wagon Bragging about a stabbing You dumb rappers get blasted Buried alive Under 30 feet of snow On their asses with no casket I'm that man Who love CAT scans A fat chance you'll be seen alive After being thrown in a black van Assassin masked man Getting a lap dance From crack heads On trash cans With my last hand Passing in I blast women Ran past grinning When the mac's spinning I suffer from bad living [Verse 6: Mr. Porter] That's right I'm back y'all The incredible Hacksaw Jim Duggan Still thugging With the same 4-by-4 thing Will press against your mama Coochie while we hugging You ain't got problems You just act crazy Try having 8 babies By 12 different ladies It don't add up Do it? I keep saying I'm the daddy But them chickens won't own up to it Run right through it That's it [Verse 7: Bizarre] Bamm Guess who just crushed your party I'm Deebo punk What you got on my 40 It's Detroit's finest Million niggas spineless I'm too f-ing dope You better rewind this Did two pints of Bacardi Coming to your party Blasting everybody I'm watching this prostitute I said you wanna get down She gave me a frown and said 54 pounds Money I'm blasting niggas if they dummie I mire Tim rummie When I pass the mic' to Eminem [Swifty] When I'm running the script it change directions Oh Eminem was grabbing it So I'ma let him flow [Verse 8: Eminem] Yo I'll prolly stir up so much shit in Europe I say a bad word and mess the whole tour up Y'all don't wanna mess with me It ain't ya destiny like child I'm never wild when I'm riled up off running like a mile You running to me? I'ma punish you If you ever gun at me Any MC, who tries to step to this I'm like the exorcist Yo watch my neck just twist Back and forth When I smack you across Your face if you try to say anything this way Yo, but I got down with Dr. Dre Now I'm rich bitch, I live a block away From him, y'all can't say nothing, y'all can't say ish Ish backwards is shi suck my Yea y'all don't wanna' say it when I display it When I kick this rhyme every time and convey it [Verse 9: Swifty] There's no escaping They headed for the last stage man They like some ants looking up to some brothers with a wraith hand Finna get sprayed Frontin' me it's like grenade pins Gettin' pulled If you talk bull Your day's in I'm blazing I'm always in the mood to kill 7 million ways Mac-11 pilling the grill How did occasion What you facing is strictly real I got hostages right now Know how Swifty feel Everything that I own is just concealed Even my cell phone Would you use it It'll slit your ear I'm the worst here This message I must get clear When I'm up in here Everything is busted clear And that's for show [Verse 10: Proof] Any mic' I baby sit it I stay the illest I play with fellas Send you to Marvin Gaye gun fillers Kill what I can On dry land A minute of my hand Will kill an innocent bystand No ER You need CPR After watching the VCR Of me sitting there beating your ma' Fuck sex, I'm a Tec shooter Mind full of crime just like Lex Luther A poisonous trooper Kill your baby mama friend So your son won't have any boys inside his future Fuck Paul Moody for tryna diss Em So I'ma diss him And that fool that kissed Kim Just in! Important News Flash Girls can't keep their tongues out Proof's ass I'm too fast With the crazy methods But what if they gonna shit on you? Oh no that's Shady Records Here it is when I flow back And bust back some contracts Freestyle off that, the battleaxe I splash your vision like cataracts Yo I snatch a MAC out his Cadillac Now your whole team is tryna battle back Or do a battle rap We into none of that rude boy Don Dada I snatch a wrap and doesn't make peanut butter See what utter Style we impose Y'all hoes can't flow And that's the way it go P-R to the O And that spells pro Add an O to the F Pro-of fuckin' your ho, oops Did I cuss? [Verse 11: Kuniva] I'll throw your body in the back of a 'Vette Hit your brother in the back with a Tec Count blood dripping out the back of his neck Kuniva is never lacking respect I sneak a gat on a jet Jack the pilot the passengers next Practice non violence But I ain't perfected it yet Plus you ain't dealt with no derelict shat And it can happen' to you quick as you can think As quick as the water rush out of a sink homie Quick as you can blink Imagine if I digested a couple of drinks I'll probably black out Send a couple of shots through your mink I'm like the black Mr. Link Certified psychotic without a shrink Locked in a pen[itentiary] with ink Your definition of hard Is shootin' at a car While mine is 1-on-1 Without a bodyguard I don't like you In a matter of seconds I can strike you I hate you when mac taking three packs and spice 2s [Verse 12: Bizarre] What's your name Yo no robes and press plaque Put through your back once Bizarre overreact Bitches and hoes I'm stinking I give you a two piece Like Kentucky Fried Chicken [Verse 13: Kon Artist] Yo I was born with these devilish ways Manic depressing with punk ways And syphilis aids from humping babes Inside of caves, I got it made? Stop lying to me chick You just wanna get laid I been wilding out Since the fifth grade I been had a fetish For switchblades, huh? Look what the hell Detroit done conceived A man with more schemes Than the teeth in the mouth of Mateen Cleaves Best believe we did it D-1-2 counts and your out Without Detroit rock city, shifty, gritty Temp me or piss me And I lift these ten feet High enough to start a riot up Without Friar Tuck I'm wired up Yup yup, ask Teddy The law run when they see me Lickin' my machete [Verse 14: Proof] A lot of ill MCs be scared of Duvall Like they got a house, a wife, two kids and a dog So ask your self Who stay folding the bank? Who stay in handcuffs And stay in the holding tanks? Who stay in the beefs? Who stay in the streets? And he go to strip clubs Just to play with his meat Yo it's Big Proof y'all Ain't nothing fabricated Your whole image to me Is over-exaggerated Who call us the Dick 12 When I spit shells They stop, duck and roll Just to try to get shells That's how I feel, you plastic I light up a mag clip Faster your ma' light up a glass dick And that's it My team consist of crackers and blacks That looks like the green packers with straps an' You get smacked with gats Backwards when I attack nerds Who use these words before I know that Flow that, catch pictures without that Kodak Slow that, roll down homeboy you beefin'? You got what reason? When I turn into DH that's Derty Harry A nigga make your ass become late As in living and breathing... Who's jumping in so I can stop doing this freestyle receiving? Somebody save em- [Verse 15: Eminem] I swear I'm leaving you in the receiving room With two tubes your breathing through Y'all don't wanna stop this It ain't even true If you try to F with us Then we're leaving you In a, mother f-ing Is what I wanna say so bad But I can't so I'm stepping To this mic' with Something that I recite That's a little bit clean But fuck it I'm mean When I kick this shit like a guillotine I kick a iller scene I'm bound to kill a teen Slim Shady in your illest dreams Your kid's worst nightmare Hold it right there Hold the beat yea Right there, the snare, and the drum kick Y'all are dumb sick Y'all need to get off my Diiiiiuuchhk [Verse 16: Swifty] Dang They temp me like Tim and Smith Witness this As you get cracked with this fifth An alcoholic Drowning rappers inside a toilet 'Cause I'm venomous Gauging how you somersaulting I slap you for talking You caught with lies For that I'ma have your mother walking on her thighs I stalk in day time That's with no disguise I do walk bys Drag 'em out in chalk gauze And my hand is where your heart lies [Verse 17: Bizarre] Throw you seconds what you ask in prisons It's the bomb I told you I wasn't bullshitting It's a-- test I come near The Hot Boys and Mannie Fresh Now who's the freshest point him out I eat him like a Ex Lax Then shit him out Take a ecstasy mixed with hay and Tanqueray I'm blow 'em a record deal Then windy day [Verse 18: Kuniva] I'm swerving of lust Servin' the cops on the murderous plot Kill your moms and put her in a box These bullets are strong as a Ox I'm sly as a fox To creep up on you In your drop top While you feeling phat I jack you for your suburban earned knots Urging to cock this gauge That'll leave you disfigured Like surgeons on pot Kill you like I'm killing this beat Before your funeral arrangements are complete I'm released back on the streets When people are acting up I tell Derty Harry to back me up And blow your mouth back like that be tha It's kinda ballistic Derelict With the intelligence of a religious devoted terrorist To make you history Like gold medalist And it's evident that I can blow your legs off And leave you with one foot to pedal with [Verse 19: Proof] As time permits And I'm the shit With a rhyme to spit If you dope Then give me a line to sniff Here In hell Yea that's probably where I see you again Where Proof in hell [Eminem] With 10 males [Verse 20: Proof] A lawless figure From that same clinic A flawless killer Bump a rap gang gimmick So many back and come with the same sentence An' in the same sentence they bid it for that fame in it The fact is I'm doper than packages That jump the borders I hate you and dumb reporters Yo Proof your raps don't benefit drugs do it Shut up while I'm tryna butt fuck Jennifer Love Hewitt A lot of you talk shit [Eminem] Buttplug [Verse 21: Swifty] I can put my hands on you from anywhere in the world Rob your crib while you hiding under the bed with your girl Swiss cheese your mattress and I birl I get scantless Across this atlas Nutting up like squirrels An alcoholic Like I said before I'm the type of brother that the 5 will ignore When they see me on the streets On the 3-1-3 That's Detroit, Amityville I'm Swifty passing it What? [Verse 22: Eminem] Pass it I'm high off acid Plus I'm plastered I'm a bastard who jumped and laid classy With no clothes on butt naked And asked for acid I already said acid I said it twice But your head is full of lice I tried to pull a heist With a refrigerator full of mice And full of ice Yoo I'm so nice that I'ma be polite to you Yo you don't like this mic' do you Good then let me take it back When I rock this mic' then I do a naked rap That means I rap naked Yo you half bacon or half baked A damn saint Oh for God's sake You don't want me to throw your whole squad in a lake 'Cause when I rhyme and roam this trip with bones to pick Any MC who wants to grab this microphone and rip It Will get shit Sh-it Sh-it It's o-on Yea 'Cause when I rock like that Any MC who kicks hip hop like that They get smacked with the back of the hand While I pull up in a black van Take all your mans and Duct tape 'em 'uck raping Fuck raping Yea Forget it I said it Anybody in this bitch get beheaded and shredded Like rice or lice Whatever you wanna do I take this mic' device Strike it twice I'm twice as nice as Anybody in your crew when I Do whatever I do I want to 'Cause I don't care 'Cause I'm drunk And I Beat a punk dude up Throw him up he get chewed up And then spit it out Shit it out Like D12 'cause we'll poop on you Yo anybody in your group on you Yea I don't really care I ain't familiar And if you wanna wave And that really Whatever [Proof] This is how we have fun [Verse 23: Bizarre] Christina sucks and Brittney swallows Bizarre did too much on a bottle You think I'm a joke 'Cause I smoke I might sign from Capitol to Interscope Too much dope That I take MCs'll get baked Saying Bizarre kid is fake What People in France Are musty Step to me I will bust thee In the mouth Boy you know what I'm all about [Verse 24: Eminem] Going through customs I might fruck around and bust them I said fruck I put a R In between the F and the UK I'm in the UK And I will do get out with any MC or a DJ Who don't play the right beat Make you mincemeat Over a Prince beat Or a damn snare I don't care you clap your hands bitch I'll smack you there Gotta shut the hell up and sit down Because my skills are developed And my whole skeleton Exoskeleton I'm coming from under I can't be serious over this beat [Verse 25: Proof] Stinking ass Bizarre Bamm guess who crushed the party It's Deebo punk what you got on my 40 [Verse 26: Kuniva] Detroit's finest Million niggas spineless I'm too f-ing dope You better rewind this [Verse 27: Bizarre] Did too much the way it counted Smell like cigarettes, dog shit and old brownies I strands then police is after me I boost like a car battery I aim for your heart I'm broke as fuck I shop at Kmart Why you laughing Tim Westwood I'm coming to your hood Breaking in your house (Oh God) Smacking your spouse (Oh my God) Eating your grandmother-- ohh [Proof] Aight Aight Aight Ayo yo Let's just Let's do some drilling [Verse 28: Kuniva] I'm so f-ing crazy I killed my own [D12] MAMA [Kuniva] Ate her fat ass up Like I was Jeffrey [D12] DAHMER I'M A [Kuniva] Wild type of brother With a [D12] HUMMER HOURHHGGH [Verse 29: Eminem] What rhymes with hourhhggh (Poor) I don't know let me think Poor Wait a minute let me take a drink I take a little sip of Bacardi and Mountain Dew And then I'll start to fuck up anybody out that's new Oops I said F The F word Yo I'm a F-er I'm phatter than a heffer The grandmother I left her Butt naked right in the middle of 7 Mile Yo my style'll make the reverend smile With my blouse Undo my blouse And ran through my house I'm serious and delirious When I'm- [Verse 30: Bizarre] Nigga step up I put them on the motherfucking hospital gate I'm smoking on the gate Smoking weed everyday With someone I say [Verse 31: Proof] My AK'll blast 'em When I get 'em I'ma hit 'em [D12] HIT 'EM [Verse 32: Proof] And watch me split 'em Word up D back in the crib With my kids And to the beat [Verse 33: Kuniva] Ayo that's how I-- How I eat barbecue ribs I barbecue because I'm hard (HARD) Dropped out the boulevard pull your call card (CARD) I don't play when it comes to rhymes 'Cause when it comes to rhyme like I'm down from Earth [Verse 34: Proof] Tell 'em a story Go 'bout the days of glory When we was hard on a boulevard Everybody knew it [Kuniva] Yo we was young and stupid [Verse 35: Bizarre] I grew up It was though It was what I had to huff and puff With my acrylic palette [Verse 36: Proof] Puff huff Got my palette Pale jacket See this gun I pack it Yea [Verse 37: Kuniva] And we rob banks too And we're quick to shank you Take your money and say Thank you [Proof] Thank you [D12] THANK YOU [Verse 38: Eminem] I spank you I spank you with this gun the butt of it Yo ain't want none of this You don't want none of this punishment I got a ton of shit [Verse 39: Kuniva] Yo Throw your hands up and shut your mouth (Yeah) I live in Detroit but got a crib down South [Verse 40: Proof] Stop cooking with grease Stop cooking with grease Stop cooking with grease And put potatoes in a big bag Stop cooking with grease Stop cooking with grease Stop cooking with grease And put the Funyuns in a big bag [Verse 41: Swifty] All these potatoes I made you I made you I made you Look at all these potatoes I made you [Verse 42: Proof] Aye This is called How you wild out I lot of people tryna peep my style out What's up to my people I don't bail out OK OK we can't take it no more I rap if you can smell rap and when us all clap Expose whack rappers Then I smack 'em with my ball sack Flatten 'em like inner tubes Shorten your whole Life like a DJ Head interlude Punch my fist through The ponchos of thinner dudes And when I'm in the mood Make a serious winner lose Sipping gin and booze Mixed with opioids and perm To opium and sherm And a fallopian of sperm Hoping people learn No more joking with me Denaun why don't you say something over the beat Bump back we jump strapped We jump with the track Meet every morning They girlies want to act Why do the girlies dunked the brother in the truck Why do the girlies dropped the brother in the truck I say me girl and since it's on me And we tryna let the song for the whole party Be back my boy They throws 'em up in the place Put up your gun and just shoot up the place So I turn to the one handed juggler and ask him Why is he looking to stepping to a octupus I know a guy named Marc LaBelle That sparks the L Climbed up a garage and fell In The Garbage Pail Ayo Em your nuts are large as hell Would you put 'em up? [Verse 43: Eminem] Well thank you I was in the garage and fell Until I saw Marc LaBelle And sparked a L And fell in a Garbage Pail [Verse 44: Bizarre] Ah, ah, ah M.O.P Paul's favorite crew Yeaaah I roll with a gang That sport platinum chains Tearing niggas out the frame Who the fuck wanna- Me and Kuniva drunk driving Pissing on hydrant Swallowing whole bottles of Viibryd Bitch suck my cock while I'm peeing I did it all with a Jamaican, Chaldean, Korean Bizarre (or European) the life taker Rush you with a ice breaker Break your kid's back They call me the back breaker You don't want it Especially when I'm blunted 'Cause you'll get stepped on like Keith for seventeen hundred I stay cold like Steve Austin 'Cause D12 got problems Like cars from the auction Drunk driving passing to Kuniva So he can rip the mic' I F a dyke [Verse 45: Eminem] Yea Everybody in this bitch remains all gay While I sit and blow up my brains all day With the chainsaw chain keeps spinning The motor keeps running The engine keep revving So I go to sleep humming Some people never notice me coming Like I was jackin' off while you were sleeping [Verse 46: Proof] It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga Former up I'll keep you warm a lot Know what I'm saying with the mouth that I perform to God Where they came to a home with some warm ass cock And that's the way I am And hey you see Yeea The little brothers still playing in the streets And everything that I've always worked to Really worth it too 'cause I feel proud working through If you ain't smoking weed [Verse 47: Eminem] Then you ain't down with me And you ain't down with P Paul Rosenberg and we [Verse 48: Kuniva] It's understood that it ain't all good These rappers couldn't hang with me If they came from Rosewood That's where the cops come Rappers get pistol whipped with shotguns 'Till the handle is broken Or 'till the barrel's smoking You rap challengers Get pushed off banisters Unavoidable like anvil's Dropping on toon characters I ain't feeling ya So why you acting like a cinema Messed around and got in some shit Like enema Spilling ya cap Ending ya rap Killing ya back Like crash collisions A bad decision to react I be the homegrown black Hooded up, devious Rough rap constructor Unpredictable genius Cowardly lying ass rappers Get left spleenless State of mind is demonic And I'm still fiending I'm mixed in from hellfire So you can't extinguish Plucking all you crab MCs Up off my penis [Verse 49: Swifty McVay] They don't wanna beef I love scuffles I won't hesitate to sock you again With swollen knuckles My 380's penetrate You hoes buckle You done crossed my line Like interstate so.. I do what you can't do Rappers get trampled When I'm strapped like bamboo You get clear like samples I'm wreckin' it From Detroit to Netherlands See it's evident All you rappers would never win You need to get a fat ass book for self defense See your health's at risk You get smoked like cigarettes Keep it cool bro You wouldn't like it when I'm upset Scratching your nose can be a threat It's true dog I wipe you out the blue with a nine milli Slapping you silly Leave rappers flatter than lily Pads and it's really Sad how they kill me Thinking that they fresh, but ha! I'm not feeling [Verse 50: Mr. Porter] Plans, power movements I'm on some rude shh I'm gitting Prodigy For his SP Slap him and tell him that Keith Murray sent me Since he's locked down I'ma shoot 'till the Glocks empty Invite Lil' Kim to my record release party And Foxy Brown too Just to get beef started Cold hearted, come to your show and bogart it Blast guns blindfolded and tell cops I'm retarded Went to the lyricist lounge And seen Cage Poured my piss down his throat Then told him I had AIDS Master P asked me to do a song with him As long as Super Shock ain't rapping, nigga I'm with it Told my Runyon Ave niggas I'd make 'em proud By butt fucking every ho in Destiny's Child yea Seen Toto at a mobile Told Puffy it was over 'Cause Faye signed to my label for a Range Rover My brain's sober But I still can't think 'Cause I keep seeing Kelly Price in a black bikini Or something like that it was a topless thing I told her get naked let me fuck her while she's singin' Yo, yo ,yo Full of 'em already and hocked to bury your block With a brief and a dynamite blast Now you to pass it Your girl be sharin' the ass with niggas I roll with The girl pick up clues quicker than Theraflu does colds bitch We on some low shit holding my- And your mama for ransom money to pay our rent with See y'all punks just sick Sicker than sick walk up in hits Hands in their mouth and not acclaiming a tricks That ain't even it It's getting me mad I'll pop any fags for-- [Verse 51: Bizarre] You can tell when D12 just had a session Blood, empty brew bottles and automatic weapons Bring your boys Fuck it Bring your posse Watch 'em get ate Like chicken and broccoli Bizarre getting head 'Till I'm half dead Watch the bitch slop Like she had no -orrhea Rambling Steadily gaveling I'm telling raw In a tuxedo an' Hamilton boy And that's the truth We freestyling so I'm gonna pass the mic' to Proof [Verse 52: Swifty] You can bring protection you gonna need it My name is Swifty and I ain't tryna sound proceedic When it's time to grab the mic' and get loose We do shady stuff I snatch mics from Proof You can't snatch mics from me I snatch mics from many MC in this industry Injuring MCs It doesn't matter Rhymes get better That chit-chatter You get batted Like cake mix I don't scrit love I scrit slug So take six That's the way they sound My name is Swifty Yes, it's going down [Verse 53: Bizarre] Now can you see tho' I'ma tell you the truth Swift I don't want you to rap I was tryna pass the mic' to Proof But since you wanted to interrupt Get the battle up and keep your dukes up and get smacked up When I'm real I feel You dirty like you dirty beer [Verse 54: Swifty] We got this 300 pound Rooster head man Tryna battle me This is what we do man You can't handle me slag We not gonna battle each other because we're brothers And we can put it down like no other Smother-rin' MCs It doesn't matter man Peace [Verse 55: Bizarre] I'ma take your money I'ma take your money with dice You ain't got nothing but some fake ice So I don't want your money [Verse 56: Swifty] All right Dom DeLuise please Stop and get up off your knees Don't tryna battle me man Come on man but you know that you can't 'cause It's hot and I'm tired Day is expiring Maan I wanna retire