[Verse 1: Proof]
Who started to mimic? Whack the gimmick, wack
Jimmy cracked corn plants, give ‘em smacks
Perhaps the copycat had no better talent
When it came to racial slurs, he lost his sense of balance
The lame brain put more into the game
With this other side of vocals and the boost of fame
And I’ll drop something proper
By slammin’ the hammer down like Judge Wapner
And after this I hope you're tryin' to face me
Throwin’ the blows heavy, so if you’re Chevy don’t chase me
Where’s your motivation, taking up your spare time
To ruin air-time, don’t you think you owe the station?
So I take it upon myself to give the listeners the scoop
So grab your boots too and prepare the parachute
You're rock bottom, let the real rappers step off
You're sly just stay inside, here comes the main course
[Verse 2: Chaos Kid with Eminem]
Hurrah, hurrah, ha ha ha ha
Good God, here’s the top of the blah, blah, blah
Hey, I'm 'bout to go with the tag, end up as an early plan
Chaos Kid is ending up so used to excuses if I ever sag
It's automatic, it's some of that style that makes you stop and drop your jaw
‘Cause you haven’t heard it rocked before
It’s probably because I got a different kind of outlook
That creates a totally different kind of output
So stay kaput, you're cooked and save the bull
While we're gonna become the wicked, 'cause now the real fame is avaliable
And so many rappers are giving credit when they sound pathetic
Rapping without no energetic makes you wanna go
But there’ll be none of that repetition here
Looks it's better to crying uncle, [?] makes the business clear
At the dinner lines did you wanna order a pack
Now you better seek a savior or learn to run fast, yeah
[Interlude: Chaos Kid with Eminem]
Bassmint Productions is definitely in the house
Now my fellow figures, let’s pose the question
Where, oh, where has our Hip-Hop gone?
Our grass is dying, we got a yellow-ish brown lawn?
We got to work together to end the drought
To send the rain down and bring the sun back out
[Verse 3: Eminem]
I'm not a happy camper 'cause someone has put a damper on my spirits
Tampered, now I’m hampered with interference
We fell asleep and let the drawbridge unguarded
Now we’re being bombarded by garbage
So I seriously think your caboose really needs a good boost
Because you got me so bored I feel like a piece of wood
So I’ma break it to you gently
It doesn’t make you a rapper ‘cause you wrote a song accidentally
Oh no, this kind of stuff takes practice
You can’t lift weights for the first time in your life and expect to be Atlas
So I really recommend that you find yourself a new outlet
‘Cause you’re wearing out your welcome like an outfit
So the real ones I keep a close relationship
I no longer have to be in association with
The rappers that have been rappin’ offbeat and rhyming like Invincible
‘Cause this is the kind of stuff that’s been bumpin’ us off the schedule
[Verse 4: Chaos Kid, Eminem, Proof]
Smoke up like a tinder, blocks of dropped
Cinderblocks in front of the door to prevent the flocks
Of idiots barging in, making silly hits
No more charging the door, redraw the margin for
No tellin’ the bums makin’ my eardrums numb
While they’re making a career from
Trudy has a big booty
Stutterin’ like Porky Pig rapping the tunes looney
You can’t blame it on one man and say he did it
‘Cause the pop was flat before you put the ice in it
And now it’s time to break out the mustard gas
And throw it up in your face until you shut your cuss-word ass
So stop getting dumb and play smart
Grow a hundred legs like a centipede and make tracks like K-Mart
But don't return until you enter the art
Before you go take a piece of my heart
