JID’s latest drop features a new verse from Eminem, marking another high-energy pairing after their track on “The Death of Slim Shady”.
[Verse 3: Eminem]
I beat up a beat like a drum machine did somethin’ to me
You don’t wanna go and bump into me, I jump into beef so comfortably
I’m not comfortable with no conflict, I’ve come for the bull
Gimme them horns, gimme that rose bush, gimme them thorns
I’m another breed, I’m a different animal
Y’all make me yawn, like a strand of wool (Ugh)
I’m intangible, but your hands are full
And your lil’ underpants are pulled all the way down to your ankles
You’re gettin’ spanked and I’m your father, told you I’m a soldier
I just showed up in a wife-beater tank and I’ma demolish
I always said when I didn’t have a dime to my name and lived in squalor
If I had three quarters, two dimes and a nickel, I wouldn’t change for a dollar
But I signed 50 Cent and put him in my piggy bank
And I ain’t gonna apolo-gize to you for what the fuck I do
My advice to you, get five bazookas
Some type of nuke, a knife, a Ruger, the size of two guns
‘Cause I’m sprayin’ the Rossi like I’m N.W.A. and the Posse
Just like Yella, Ren, Dre and them taught me
Man, look at all the mayhem I’m causing
That’s prolly why I stay in the hot seat
With these magazines, I act out like Ye and his cousin
Little cocksucker, I’m sprayin’ and bustin’
Your shit sucks dick, stop sayin’ it doesn’t
That’s probably the reason there’s nothin’ you’ve bodied of recent
I feel like I just walked in and seen you naked, ’cause you not even decent
Get ripped like my school clothing
Like a sleeping cow, I’m bulldozing
A rap god since my socks were holey
Was on that block like a soccer goalie
Ma’ could not control me, Glocks I’m toting
Lock and loading, rock and rolling, rock a Rollie
Guacamole, mostaccioli, like this flow, you’re out of pocket, homie
Y’all could only hope to catch the flow, but if you know, you know
I told you hoes to slow your rolls before you go and throw your whole career up in the toilet bowl, enjoy the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
This my house of horrors, like a brothel
I done put Ja Rule through it like a law school
Keep it a stack, like pancakes, I’m awful
So many plaques from Belgium, got a wall full
In fact, you would hate my walls, they’re all full
They call me Marshall but I’m unlawful
Is it Groundhog’s Day or déjà vu?
Won’t stop, period, post-menopausal
Go so postal that most postman’ll pause, I’ll slaughter the rhyme
These flows gonna boggle the mind
Y’all get in line, you’re talkin’ to Einstein
Fuck walkin’ the line, I’m joggin’ it
I’m a cross between a dog and a juvenile-ish, motherfuckin’ childish punk
And I be poppin’ the most wildest junk
And I’m known as the prick that’s not to fuck wit’
Call me erectile dysfunction, my ballistic missile is launchin’
I’m wildin’ like Seven Mile and Runyon, bunch of violent gunmen
I do it like Puff do it, tell my hitter to hit him up, “Do it”
So like my middle fingers to a Tupac song, you know that I put ’em up to it
12-gauge at the age of twelve, caged-up self rage, I been raised in Hell
Like I’m Joe, Jam Master Jay and Daryl, brace yourself
It’s about to be a fuckin’ shootout like the OK Corral
Bounty on me like a paper towel
They want me to go on the straight and narrow
Like the same shape that they make an arrow
Never sell out for the fame and wealth
Dave Chappelle of the rap game, I’m never gonna play myself
Closest I ever came’s 8 Mile, but the fuckin’ pain I felt
When I lost Proof, couldn’t explain how, that devil came down
Then in one fell, he swooped, look at how foul he’s stooped
Had to throw in that towel, regroup, like Sean O’Malley, still that mouthy youth
This here the finale, try to rally troops, better round up and corral recruits
But no matter how many your tally to surround these two
You gon’ fuck around and find out just what the fuck we about when you see how we shoot
And I ain’t talkin’ about how we hoop when you lay up in a motherfuckin’ alley, oops
It’s like a Xanadu for every Xan’ I do, what I plan to do is take a pink and a blue
Hand a few to me, I’ll brutally damage you, I could never stand to lose
I’m bananas, you motherfuckers can’t do it sicker than I do
You couldn’t get rid of this shit with Tamiflu
Cannibals, you little bitch, me and JID are just like beastiality, we fuckin’ animals
I’m back and I’m body baggin’ ’em, toe-taggin’ ’em in the back of a Volkswagen
And draggin’ them hoebags and I’m throat gaggin’ ’em
‘Til I get thrown back in the paddy wagon and back on the Prozac
And I know that, but I’m so bad with a notepad that it don’t matter
The G.O.A.T.’s back, finna go at anyone who got the gonads or cojones, yeah
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