Artificial Flavor

[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