Letra de 8 Mile B-Rabbit On The Roof Top

Yo, yo… Your style is generic, mines authentic made, I roll like a renegade, you need clinic aid, My techniques bizarre and ill, I scar and kill, You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill, And I proceed to cook and grill ya, That's all it took to kill ya, You betta recognize me like I look familiar, You wanna battle? You beat around the bush, Like you're scared to lick pussy so you eat around the tush, I need a clown to push, someone that I can bully, Wait a minute, I don't think you understand fully, See me without a style like mustard without the Heinz, I lead the new school, you' re a 'busta without the 'rhymes', I'll crush the shit out ya lines, no nigga sheky smokin the leak leaky ten freaky girsl inside the Chin Tiki girl when u see me u gots to believe me this aint a game n pimp it aint easy anything goes when it comes to hoes im the kingpin when it comes to flows u betta ask someone if u dont know when u see me girl say, "What up dog''