[Eminem]
  Yo.. I dedicate to this.. to yo..
  
  {*imitating Slick Rick*}
  To all my fans, keepin y'all in health
  Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
  Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditionin
  which I create, cause that's my mission
  So listen close, to what we say
  because this type of fag claims to never be gay, I..
  
  {*rapping normally*}
  .. knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
  I upset you, cause I get respect I pet you (boy)
  I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew (c'mon!)
  And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you
  Peckerwood mad cause his record went wood
  No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods
  Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood
  and said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!!"
  So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes
  He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (haha)
  Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
  then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
  It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
  No one's tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a chair
  sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear
  So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea
  Figure you can diss me to jump start your career
  I punch you in your fuckin chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (bitch)
  And fuck your underground buddy's nameless crew
  Like I'ma say they names so they can be famous too
  
  [Chorus 2X: Eminem *sung*]
  You just a.. quitter, and you bitter cause I came along
  and the days of House of Pain are gone
  And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
  I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
  
  [Eminem]
  Yo.. heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
  to the rap you wrote, your fuckin answer back's a joke
  And I'ma tell these motherfuckin fans the truth
  The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you
  You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you
  like I ain't notice you? BITCH, I had a show to do!
  Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
  You better shut your fuckin mouth while you oh-for-two
  Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you
  Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
  Took your motherfuckin DJ and stole him too
  So you fall in a slump and get all emotional
  So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
  Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks dick
  Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap
  quicker but never last, and Everlast is a..
  
  [Chorus]
  Aight listen (look)
  So this is what we ask of our fans
  If you ever see Everlast, WHOOP HIS ASS
  Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
  Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him
  Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp
  Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid
  Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it
  He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin!
  Shit in five years we'll all be "Eating at Whitey's"
  And he'll be bussin tables in that bitch, cleanin the toilets
  Aiyyo.. fuck this, cut this shit off
  
  {*music stops*}
  
  Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker!
  
  {*beat changes to 2Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"*}
  
  Kill Whitey! - Hahaha
  Kill Whitey! - Detroit! What? What?
  Kill Whitey! - .. yo, yo
  Kill Whitey! - Haha! Look
  
  First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
  Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
  You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish White
  So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight
  Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
  Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead
  I keep 'em comin while you runnin out of breath
  Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest
  Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya
  with your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released
  Evidence, don't fuck around with real MC's
  who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks
  I let you faggots know it's on for life
  but Everlast might die tonight, haha
  Fat boy murdered on wax and killed
  Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know!
  
  [Chorus: Eminem]
  Grab 380's when you see Slim Shady
  Call the doctor to heal your heart
  They shocked you back to life at the clinic
  but you 'bout to get relapsed any minute
  Honkey, I hit 'em up!
  
  Hahaha, yo check this out
  You faggots ain't even on my level
  I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!
  
  [Kon Artis]
  Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
  Whitey Ford's heart just stopped
  Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack
  Whitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin back
  Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
  At your own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya
  Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops
  Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch
  
  [Kuniva]
  Ha ha, now we got the whole industry makin fun of you Erik
  Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik
  You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round
  with some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfuckin Belle Isle Bridge
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Eminem]
  Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still
  this ain't no freestyle battle Everlast gettin killed
  with his chest open
  Tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin
  Havin a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime
  cause you SUCK motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
  Talkin 'bout you packin pistols but it's funny to me
  You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
  I'm a paleface killer whale
  on his way to fuckin prison, pistol whippin tail, ha
  Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that day?
  That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha
  Now it's all about country, you gave up hip-hop
  Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit drop
  while my sales makin records break
  Two and a half million scanned by the second week
  Motherfucker I hit 'em up!
  
  [Proof]
  I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half
  Fuck the music, we got an uzi for all you fags
  Get the shit out of our stereo, Dilated you violated
  Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
  Iriscience get choked up and yoked up
  All you underground bitches get your throats cut
  
  [Swifty]
  What the fuck?! Is you stupid?
  I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin guitar cord
  and stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box
  with sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart
  D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch
  Keep your restaraunt locked and block your door
  Cause we "Hit 'Em Up" like motherfuckin Tupac Shakur
  
  [Eminem]
  You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack seizures
  Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
  White devil, washed up honkey
  Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country
  
  {*laughing*}
  Yo, aiyyo cut this shit off
  {*needle drags, beat stops*}
  
  Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it
  I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise
  I just believe in kickin a man while he's down
  God damn! I quit
  Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin punk
  Aiyyo..