How about we compare the entire verses you retard
My appetites for sitting in cityscapes in black and white
Crackin' light Smittys I'm shitty faced to crash at night
The passive type, who's a lost pathetic dreamer
Terrified to be a victim with a walking dead demeanor
I'm coughing emphysema, caught in coffins in between
A cautious innocence while listening to Andre Nikatina
If you could trace my steps a couple minutes
Huh, if I get crossed you fall like London bridges
I do this for pot heads playin' sick as a teen
And insomniacs who still will raise a fist for the dream
For Street Fighter 2 and David Lynchian scenes
For Tupac Shakur and Rage Against the Machine
I'm cynical, profitable, raw syllables I'll spit at you
Similar to the kid named Rakim will do
I'm identical to that of Pac's mental too
I rock spiritual without a break or stop interval
I'm from the state where the rain will never stop
Hendrix was from and Cobain perfected rock
A place seagulls land where the space needle stands
And fuck Bush stickers decorate people's vans
I watch the wind blow, leaves caught in limbo
Tiptoe past the season's frosty skin tone
Seein' glossy crystals, I try and catch it
Describe it all inside my Writes of Passage
Yesterday my dog died, I hog tied a ho, tied her in a bow
So the next time you blog try to spit a flow
You want to criticize, dog? Try a little more
I'm so tired of this I could blow, fire in the hole
I'm fired up so fire up the lighter and the dro
Better hold on a little tighter here I go
Flows tighter, hot headed as Ghostrider
Cold hearted as Spiderman throwing a spider in the snow
So you better get lower than Flo-rida
Inside of a lowrider with no tires in the hole
Why am I like this? Why is winter cold?
Why is it when I talk I'm so biased to the hoes
Listen dog, Christmas is off, this is as soft as it gets
This isn't golf this is a blistering assault
Those are your wounds this is the salt, so get lost
Shit dissing me is just like pissing off the Wizard of Oz
Wrap a lizard in gauze beat you in the jaws with it
Grab the scissors and saws and cut out your livers gizzards and balls
Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with Jaws
So sip piss like sizzurp through a straw
Then describe how it tasted like dessert to us all
Got the gall to make Chris piss in his drawers
Tickle him, go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog
You REALLY want to say Eminem's rhyming is better?