Better Lose Yourself [Eminem Diss #3]

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Hangmen 3 Uh Uh Uh [Verse 1] Man, these lil boys ain't built for beef (Nah) Stick to rap before you get killed in the street I'm callin' you out, bitch, we can knuckle it up Bet a hundred fifty grand that I'm fuckin' you up (Uh huh) Open your mouth, Em, I'll let you taste the Glock Put it all up in your face like Papa Doc, Zino, nigga Know I got shells to spit (Blaow) Fuck Obie Trice (Fuck you), your wife (Fuck you) and them 12 dicks (And fuck you) I run the streets, my fam let the Glocks explode (Blaow) Never met a live nigga cross 8 Mile Road (Never) You a sixth Backstreet Boy that learned to rap (Uh huh) And his gun had no bullets, who he tryin' to clap? (Come on) I really thought he was gay at the Grammy Awards Elton John singin' (Ha) wit his hand holdin' up yours (Bitches) Tryna tell the media that you did it all for profit (Yeah right) We hear it on the remix you cleanin' out your closet Biatch [Chorus] You better lose yourself when I find you Remind you what the nine do if I let it blow It only take one shot, do not make me cock this four Your life's opportunity come to a flatline You better lose yourself when I find you Remind you what the nine do if I let it blow It only take one shot, do not make me cock this four Your life's opportunity come to a flatline [Verse 2] Second verse, it get's worse, it get's much realer than this Eminem still on Benzino dick Talkin' 'bout I'm dead broke then you must be crazy Every time you up in The Source, your label gotta pay me (Yeah) Make me come to Detroit and put the gun to Hailie (Blaow) Have everybody like (Benzino goin' crazy) Top of the game, I'm the one runnin' the race Got a Bentley for every little bump in your face We can meet up in the streets, we can box it out (Uh huh) Oh you bluffin' on them records just poppin' your mouth Used to do songs about smokin' crack and dust Back when Insane Clown Posse smacked you up You a drag queen? Why you keep your hair that color? Know your mom wish she swallowed you and put on a rubber I'm here to bang, suck a dick, play your position Fuck apologies, hollow tips is all that I'm givin' (Let's go) [Chorus] You better lose yourself when I find you Remind you what the nine do if I let it blow It only take one shot, do not make me cock this four Your life's opportunity come to a flatline You better lose yourself when I find you Remind you what the nine do if I let it blow It only take one shot, do not make me cock this four Your life's opportunity come to a flatline [Verse 3] Yo, yo, let's get in depth for a second 'bout the life you live Every other record cryin' 'bout your wife and kids Better lose yourself for a couple moments or more You don't want drama or a bullet hole in your jaw Let's take it back for a minute to the Grammy Awards Backstage, Elton John had his hand in your drawers And I don't care how many nails, you put in my coffin Ask your baby mom's why she take flights to Boston Everybody like "why you fuckin' wit Em?" He made three diss records, man I'm under his skin You better stick to dissin' cats like Fred Durst and Britney I'm a Made Man, it's kind a hard to hit me Don't think the guns won't blow (Blaow) cause you signed 50 (Nah) Got a whole bunch of New York niggas is wit me Keep tellin' me I ain't supposed to rap I thought this white boy was supposed to be the best at rap [Chorus] You better lose yourself when I find you Remind you what the nine do if I let it blow It only take one shot, do not make me cock this four Your life's opportunity come to a flatline You better lose yourself when I find you Remind you what the nine do if I let it blow It only take one shot, do not make me cock this four Your life's opportunity come to a flatline You better lose yourself when I find you Remind you what the nine do if I let it blow It only take one shot, do not make me cock this four Your life's opportunity come to a flatline You better lose yourself when I find you Remind you what the nine do if I let it blow It only take one shot, do not make me cock this four Your life's opportunity come to a flatline [Benzino talking during hook] Come on man You really don't want it, man I don't know who's blowin' your fuckin' head up But you really don't want it You think that motherfucker In the 8th grade almost beat you senseless I'll fuck you up for real And anybody you wanna motherfuckin' bring for the ride will get that too You ain't shit in the streets, man You a fuckin' pussy I don't care how many times you frown, in the fuckin' picture I'll fuck you up for real You bitch ass motherfucker [Outro: ????] Fuck you talkin' 'bout Mean streets of Boston? Motherfuckers will kill you nigga You're afraid to bleed nigga, aight Fuckin' Obie ass, sucker ass nigga Bitch ass nigga, Boston niggas will fuckin' rape you, you fuckin' ho Yeah I'd kill you