[Hook]
Close ya eyes and try to guess my tint
Close ya eyes and try to guess my tint
Close ya eyes and try to guess my tint
Now open 'em up, even the best sound wins

[Eminem]
Shit, there ain't idiots bad as the phattest skinniest
Sick with a little rapper to neva battle, little, piddle or paddle the prettiest
Dumb fuck, lookin' for the hats or suck a numb
Or jackin' jeans keep your hangin' nuts tucked
And I'm about to take my look up it, up in a book
Plus I'm almost on the top of the booty pull that coppin' a district shit
See you're just barkin up tha wrong tree
Cause I got diarrhea, myamia, I'mma be a fuckin Honkey
So bad on the mic gotta make ya titterid kid retell what tha fuck I'm saying
He just talk, but neva the type babbadababa they think they shits so poppa hipty
I'd imagine if I were to put up a zipper to the mic i'd be able to do a lip-sync
Because I rap in this muthafucker there's gotta be a certain rhyme this microphone stick, what the fuck i'll hoist it around inside my home
And the dj better stick up like a rocket
Cuzz he could scratch up a pooltable with 27 pockets
Buttafingaz scratches like a girly fight
But if our color matters, open up the pearly whites
But I’m hardcore like I’m boxing a tomata
Gettin' skipped like I was boxing a potata
I wouldn't suck on the mic if it was shaped like a nipple
I done made lots'a money so I'm good if i make like a nickle
But I'm out cold like a snowstorm
So I got nuts so fat, It'll keep my toes warm (Hit)