[Verse 1: Big Tigger]
It looks a little different, it's Eminem's basement
It's Big Tig here to raise a little hell
Puttin' it down wit' Green Lan and D12
You know how we do, the whole damn family
Representin' DWJLB
Representin', pass the mic to the left
So my man Kon Artis can wreck [it to death?]

[Verse 2: Kon Artis]
What is it, my fang size? Or the way that I talk
Is it the clothes that I wear, or the the way that I walk?
And makin' you stare at me
With this glare that let's me know that you wanna word, about this Glock in my underwear
Just up, another day in the life
Of mе makin' a widow out of my life, with a happy life, yuh
Bettеr luck walkin' away, [plan?]
These haymakers gon' last longer than an Energizer pacemaker (A'ight)

[Break: Proof]
Dude, dude, dude
Yo, yo
Um, where I'm at, where I'm at
I'm right here

[Verse 3: Proof]
Ayo, my name is Big Proof
You know me, holla' at a fast freak
N***a, R. Kelly name tatted on the asscheck
I blast heat at your feminine flow
And watch your chest beginnin' to streak like The Eminem Show
What you trying to blow, cuz
Still we got, we from the D-town
We bound, you shoot, we get the rebound
You couldn't stand [when I?] reduce your squad
If Will Smith is Ali, then Proof is God
What, what (A'ight)
[Interlude: Eminem]
Yo, honestly
I don't even know if I can come after that
Ayo

[Verse 4: Eminem]
In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up
[An arsenic writer?], author with arth-r-itis
Carpal tunnel, Marshall with Start-Shit-Itis
Hard-headed and hot-headed, bull-headed and pig-headed
Dick-headed, a prick, a big headache
I'm sick, quick-witted, for every lyric spitted
There are six critics who wait for me to slip with it
So, quick—this dynamite stick, bury the wick
It's gonna explode any minute, some lunatic lit it
And it's not Nelly, do not tell me to stop yelling
When I stop selling, I'll quit, so stop dwelling
I am not failing, you fuckers are not ready
‘Cause I got jelly, like Beyoncé's potbelly
This is destiny; yes, money, I'm off running
So get off of me, I'm not slowing or softening
No apologies! I make on this-
Put the mic down, twice [too high/hot?]