by OMEGA » Dec 6th, '11, 04:39
It's shear hustle, I bob, weave, deflate your beer muscles
We're tussling, the crowd's starting to cheer us
And adrenaline's rushing through us just like a geyser gushing
Too much Budweiser in my blood, I'm strangling your windpipe
for nothin', my signatures, ligature marks
Look at you all big with your remarks, and I swing an icepick at your heart
At least that's what it feels like when I pick you apart
And dig at you and break you down like the bitch that you are
The predicament starts when I throw a brick at your car
The pain inflicted upon you, it's so sick, it's bizarre
Shit, this is almost ridiculous, addictive as far
As having me wanna rip out your frickin ligaments ARGH!
You hit like a bitch, you scratch me with your nails, for that-
You catch an open-hand slap, break off your nail like BAP!
In fact, I'll have the crowd smacking you themselves
Where's D12, I don't feel like doing this by myself
It's just rhyming/flow nirvana. And the beat is one of the best Dre has given to Em.