Freestyle (Invasion Part III)

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Green Lantern, Eminem] Fucker Yeah! Oh, shit It's the evil genius, Green Lantern! Yeah, ayo, Em (Haha) What we call this shit right here? (The Invasion!) You have Part One, you got Part Two Now it's Part three! The final chapter, motherfuckers! Armaggedon! Let's go! [Verse 1: Eminem] I got a riddle: what's little and talks big With midget arms and creamy white fillin' in the middle That'll do anything to throw dirt on my name If it means walkin' the whole Mediterranean? Is it an Albanian, Armenian, Iranian Tasmanian? No! It's Dave, Raymond and, oh Osorio, so sorry, woah But that was a long time ago When I was just Joe Shmoe rappin' in Joe Blows' basement I apologized for it befo', so Either accept it or you don't, and let's move on If I ain't shown that I've grown and get the bone Keep lickin' these nuts, you industry mutts Keep walkin' around sniffin' each others' butts Or should I say asses? What would be the more politically Correct term to use for the masses? [Interlude: Lloyd Banks, Eminem] Hold on, hold on, hold up, New York City, man It's the kid, Lloyd Banks And if you hearin' what I'm hearin' right now You know this ain't no regular shit, homie This somethin' special, and we gotta bring this back Green, come on Countdown to Armaggedon! Let's go! [Verse 2: Eminem] I got a riddle: what's little and talks big With midget arms and creamy white fillin' in the middle That'll do anything to throw dirt on my name If it means walkin' the whole Mediterranean? Is it an Albanian, Armenian, Iranian Tasmanian? No! It's Dave, Raymond and, oh Osorio, so sorry, woah But that was a long time ago When I was just Joe Shmoe rappin' in Joe Blows' basement I apologized for it befo', so Either accept it or you don't, and let's move on If I ain't shown that I've grown and get the bone Keep lickin' these nuts, you industry mutts Keep walkin' around sniffin' each others' butts Or should I say asses? What would be the more politically Correct term to use for the masses? The question I ask is: how can I explain this? How can I swing this in English language If I switch to slang and turn man to mayn Do I do it in vain or simply to entertain? Am I being real, or am I being fake? Am I just a fraud, or am I truly genuine? Or am I caught up in this hot water? Wody on my daughter, I told ya, I love this culture Don't let em' insult ya, I'ma tell ya one more 'gain This is the environment that I was brought up in But every now and then I use my pen to get rid of some frustration Or should I say shun? Is it just another one of my subliminal ways of racism, huh? Your face is numb, you're stunned, your look is cold Like that of a man of seventy-some-years-old And it only gets colder, which Is why I understand And can't be mad at a forty-four-year-old fan With a chip on his shoulder, who only owns a half Of a magazine and the only way to have it seen Is to put me on the front of it again Only thing that makes him grin is to see me frown Papa can't stand me Papa needs to take his medication and sit the fuck down In his new chair that goes round and round That he bought from new money in his bank account That I get him every issue when the thang comes out Sit back, and let his puffy clown hair come out And let his black side arm wrestle his white side Yell "Apartheid" loud enough that he might slide He might find someone dumb enough who might ride But ain't nobody over here buyin' two white guys Disguised as pro-black, there is no slack For A Harvard college grad in a fitted hat and a hunch back Standin' by the clearance coat rack In some old slacks and some RSO throwbacks, yeah [Outro: Eminem] Shady in the place to be, see And it takes what I got to rock the mic, right! Still not gonna cater to these punks Fuckin' cocksuckin' pussy lips haters dicks cunts!