Slow Your Roll

[Intro: Eminem]

Guess who, New shit!

D12 World, D-Twizzy!

[Hook: Eminem]

You don't got a reason and don't want no beef

You ain't got no ends to justify the means

You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause

You don't got the balls to fit in them draws

So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed

You better start rethinking and thinking it fast

Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask

You better pump them brakes and let off the gas (Swift)

And slow your roll

[Verse 1: Swift]

Sinister, a menace to many, I'm not friendly

You get shot in a Kennedy fashion

Pop willingly you walking around with Pac's identity

I'm a mockery you 'bout to watch what it's fin to be

I'm not mentally focused but lyrically we got it locked

And it's not about dropping albums, I'll sock a nigga on the spot

You can't help it but to imagine this walking massacre

A madman strapped with a Magnum blow that spasm out ya back

And just stand there and snatch your medallion

See I can't fear any nigga that can not happen

The immaculate Mac handler

That got this wrapping by the back of his neck

A scavenger I'm a threat then you feel me

Like a hand full of syringes

I'm ill enough to scream at your front do'

Blow it off the hinges (nigga)

I'm marksmatic, depressed marksman outta walking

'Cause soon your body they catch me shooting up your carcass

So don't provoke shit, I wish the whole

Mankind was a neck so I can choke it

Ferocious and you ain't gonna be knowing where ya folks is

Fuck the milk cartons and posters, it's over, they ghosts (hey)

[Verse 2: Proof]

Niggas is bitch instead of digging a ditch

I'ma see how filled this river can get even bitches get hit

I'm raw dog on all fours, I'm barking with long claws

Just fight for the wrong cause

Your boss with thong drawers (oh no)

You ain't in my bracket bitch, following faggots

With wanksta tats on their ass, see ya

[Eminem backwards:] Magic Stick If I get hit once you get hit twice

These scrubs need to do what he love and just play the back

Before I'll put a sword on ya head like a Raider cap

You bust I'm spraying back, leave your hood laying flat

Now what you gonna say to that?

[Hook: Eminem]

You don't got a reason and don't want no beef

You ain't got no ends to justify the means

You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause

You don't got the balls to fit in them draws

So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed

You better start rethinking and thinking it fast

Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask

You better pump them brakes and let off the gas (Bizarre)

And slow your roll

[Verse 3: Bizarre]

Pull up new county truck, throw up, blow up, beat a handicap bitch up

Fuck Butter, I killed the DJ

I don't need you, bitch, I got a instant replay

Lay down bitch get butt naked

And fuck the Viagra I'm trying to nut in two seconds

All around the world, fuck wit' different cliques

You ain't got no weed get the fuck out my room bitch

[Verse 4: Kuniva]

I'm calm but I steal on niggas like I was klepto

Put that chrome shit to ya head like you was Destro

Why stop niggas, why not pop niggas, we cop figures

Keep them toast like IHOP nigga, we breathe dirt so be alert

Or get them guns on ya chest like a welcome to the hood T-shirt

Let's go back before throw backs, before I dro sacks

I used to blow gats, bullets'll find you like a LoJack

I'm hopeless, a ferocious dosage of dope shit

A culprit of culture and a chaotic commotion

Kuniva will blow shit off of the map and post it

Knock you out of your penny loafers, fuck that ho shit

[Hook: Eminem]

You don't got a reason and don't want no beef

You ain't got no ends to justify the means

You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause

You don't got the balls to fit in them draws

So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed

You better start rethinking and thinking it fast

Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask

You better pump them brakes and let off the gas

And slow your roll

[Verse 5: Kon Artis]

I point my fingers to the ground, throw my waist to left of me

To knuckle should ship like a Em upside down and you best be

On your p's and q's people we sees to use

No one see's your views, so now you see's exclusives

And put it in your little magazine, but you should

Know that was the most desperate thing that you could

Pull out of your crotch you faggots all owe us much

Start doing heroin lines for as much as you gossip

Like bitches with Oscars, y'all actresses

45's make bodies flip like flabby tits

Bullets coming at your doom like a buck up 6th

Now what the fuck you gonna do to get up out of this shit?

Your record was released 17 years ago you dumb bitch

Do the math, you'll never have a Shady/Aftermath Runyon Ave

Kind of staff to back that ass up so back that ass up

Before we clap that ass up

[Hook: Eminem]

You don't got a reason and don't want no beef

You ain't got no ends to justify the means

You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause

You don't got the balls to fit in them draws

So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed

You better start rethinking and thinking it fast

Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask

You better pump them brakes and let off the gas

And slow your roll

[Outro: Kon Artis]

Nigga you better ask somebody

These niggas think they can just put shit

Out on their own, fuck them