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Eminem Miscellaneous A Few Different Frestyles Freestyle 1: Somebody hold me back Im unstoppable I got more guns than a mothafuckin arsenal Somebody hold my crack While I fix my plaque For not bein black N makin rap Well anyways I really gotta take a crap N maybe get a snack But u know ill be back To write another track Another verbal attack Freestyle 2: Yo I get up in the morning and im tired as hell stretch out on my bed its already 12 get a bite to eat nothing too sweet or I be bouncing up and down all over the street I put on my stuff and my bling bling and I rap man I don’t sing doin my own thing like nobody else in the rap game I built myself a rap name and I share in the rap fame with all the others who claimed rap as a second language like a home to go to when they’re feelin alone or bored too and sometimes feelin caught in a cartoon its like a fantasy world with cars, cash, n money, but it aint even funny how real it is and u hav no idea how I feel in it I feel so real in it my pains from my childhood this is really healin it I used to be concealin it everything is so clear now theres nothing I gotta fear now I made my self a career now it aint the same no more everyday I walk in the door and feel like a different man than I was b4 things hav changed but im still the same, inside me ill never rearrange my brains i still fuck like a mofo, ballin like a real pro, mad hops like u’ve never seen befo gimme the ball and watch the show got range like a black man speed like a track man agility too, u’ll never see me slack man, I make every ball in the rack man, if u thinking of shootin, ill eat u up like pacman Freestyle 3: Everyonce in a while I make yo bitch smile Cuz I rap so good I can make yo bitch wild cuz the chicks dig it and they gotta love the style of the illest rapper from here to the nile. yeah dog fosheezi I hope u know yo honey likes to please me I rap till im wheezy even when im sneezing u just gotta… get me the keyzeez to drive me here and all the clothes to cover up thee rear u just gotta get me the food when I want it and when I got the urge u gotta get me the Chronic better be on it as fast as Sonic.. faster.. for the master of the sport even all over the court and no I don’t mean with the law I mean bas-ket-ball dogg don’t fuck wit me or ill hav to put u in ur cas-ket n all that’s not all though ill come to ur funeral and shoot over and over like Ronaldo they’d all go hiding like Waldo (Damn Wheres Waldo) Yo ill never stop spittin the rhymes that I’ve written over the years publicity like monica and Clinton winnin Grammies come wit tears and they don’t come easy and if they do damn that shits measly yeah… Freestyle 4: (FatMan) I mean this guy can cause an earthquake His favorite part of the day is his snack break Damn just bake him a cupcake and make him a cookie He sits around all day and daydreams about nookie More cusion for the pushin right? well ok, but only if you ever get to pushing, aight? At the gym I can find your ass up on the Stairmaster But you’re on level two shit go a lil faster Look man I’m not going to lie ill tell u how I feel They should handcuff your big ass to the treadmill Its don’t take a genius to figure out you were fed well If u go on a diet maybe u can shed a lil I see u at the store u buy out the whole aisle It take you 20 minutes just to run a whole mile Freestyle 5: Shaq (diss) #34 LA Lakers Man fuck shaq Most Valuable Player? Man fuck that Shaq’s just a black man wit a 6 pack He only good cuz he can grab a wall n tear a brick back Is he number one? man hell no hova He wouldn’t be even if hell froze ova Kobe rocks that joint up in tinsel town When u need an answer he can make the shit go down But shaqs got No shot and they all think that he’s so hot (he’s so not) Always the same thing hes like a robot Just get it into Shaquille so he can dunk it for 2 points By the time he gets out of the key you’d have smoked up two joints He weighs so much (oh! can some-bo-dy hear two oinks) He ate so many crunches that now his belly boinks Theres a reason the Magic traded away the Shaq pack They were getting angry they wanted the sun back And for when they went to games They wanted the fun back And they hope that Shaq never brings his nasty buns back Because nobody likes him Im sorry, your done Shaq I hope u understand no pun to be intended I hope ur mama sees the son that shes invented Im sorry Mrs O neal I understand how you must feel This nightmare is so real But chill, maybe he’ll get killed Freestyle 6: (8 mile) talk about 7 mile, change your style, I read your bio, u really from Ohio, im vile, this guys so fuckin fat you cant even see his eyes when he smiles Freestyle 7: (8 Mile) that shit was whack, you aint spittin, as a matter of fact, all of that shit was written Freestyle 8: (8 Mile) I can seat her and put her to the test, battling this chick, with no breasts, and why you got me battling a chick, especially one that’s whack, wit a dick, I really don’t understand, why this chick is up here right now, but wants to be a man |
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