Eminem VS. Supreme Lyrics

Eminem:
I come around like what goes around
What goes up must come down, anyone who comes up must go down
Might aswell go for the gusto now
Better not let up, better not let them breathe
Last shot, give it all you got
Try to turn me down bitch, get fucked with a volume knob
Fuck all you snobs, hoes now i hope all you rot
2 bottles of lupiderm and a box of condoms is that all you brought
And you want a Ménage à trois you twats
Fuck that i'd rather turn this club to a ballroom brawl
Get rowdy as roethlisberger in a bathroom stall
Like a leaf stuck in a vacuum ya'll
ain't nuttin but a whole lotta suckin' going on in rap
Yeah but I'm home, back for the bone, back in the zone
leave him alone you don't wanna go eggin him on
It'll never be my chair that you own
crown so tight that it cuts all circulation
no air to the brain no oxygen other words it's no air to the throne
When i die so does hip-hop
hitchcock did a shit bitch ass doc got his zip locked in a bag
you fags ain't been able to fade me since kid rock had a hi-top
keep bloggin while i'm mind boggling i zone like im in the twilight dog
get off my bone, this is my mic dog and i like hoggin it
flow so wet ima take this beat tabboggoning, im water loggin it, im soggin it
pull your verse out the beat and stomp on it
suplexing it on cement like im on some straight outta compton shit
take this dick and chomp on it, im so bad i could bitch slap a back handed compliment
jackass, eat a donkey dick, the game i just about conquered it
like donkey kong, im bonkers bitch im the king of this honkey shit
i reign supreme in this honkey shit
no screaming and arguing makes no difference whether a benz or a bentley or a beamer's the car you in
you think you ball well i bomb it, i throw up bombs when i vomit
i throw down in the kitchen might hit your mum with my omlete
but you got egg on your face, now watch me drop it atomic
i should be strapped to the chest of a kamikaze bitch
im as bat shit as ozzy it's obvious you can tell right off the bat
no pun intended but come any closer i'll bite off your head
trying to give me the finger's like giving a spider the web
I'm just gonna spin it and use it to my advantage
i catch a fly in that bitch, you think you fly, you just food
i give as much of a flying fuck as that superman dude
Guess I just do what you can't do, i make you look stupid and bamboozled
confused as usual and you can ripped she can open a can too
you better hope you can handle the heat or stay the fuck outta hells kitchen
i came to cock block like a square, fucking male chicken?
Yeah, it's shady slut the rest can suck on a big one
Im as despicable as daffy duck when im spittin'

Supreme General:
& I'm as cool bugs bunny say what's up 2 the doc, em//
It's the rap Lebron James, mister "no one can stop him"//
Bitch niggaz takin shots tryin 2 ball but I block them//
got em shook 2 the core they can't score since I dropped in//
I belong in ya top ten, a-rod status is the mark//
Thats how I'm tryin 2 ball!!! now Watch me throw it up and hit it out the park!!//
Spittin str8 real shit, that get it how u live shit//
3 go for ten shit,Split a nigga wig shit//
Shottie 2 da rib shit, guaranteein he'll sit//
Wheelchair bound if he don't calm down real quick//
smack him wit the steel shit, bust a nigga grill shit//
Down south trill shit, up north Ill shit//
Bust yo clip shit, str8 up slick shit//
in every lyric ever spit U could never fuck wit this!!!//
Hustle Game Boss!!! The best ever from my era//
It's reflected like a mirror in my lyrics bitch you hear em!!//
& my swaggers off the chain & its not cause of what I'm wearing//
Ya shit is hot my shit is searing, u know cause ya bitch is staring//
While i Got u open like a clearence, imma kick it In 3rd gear &//
Give u all a small example of what these pussy niggaz fearin//
...Wit me, everything is SUPREME down to my gasoline//
Taylor made be the jeans, bitches outta magazines//
Sayin they fiend 4 the thing, on the lean in my jeans//
It's so mean in between, that they cream just 2 think//
About it honestly, they acknowledge me//
Facebook, myspace and follow me!!//
Bitch get on my level then Holla preme//
Graduated from break a bitch college b!//
U musta thought I was soft, mu'fucka hell naw//
Ya jaw or my songs either way I hit hard!!!//
My shit go swish even on the brick squad//
Lyrics dense my pen fends off nimrods//
It's the SuPreme General aka the rap GOD//
pay homage 2 my squad, or either feel my wrath!//
See me in the street then watch em all shatter like glass//
Cause they know I blast first & ask questions last//
Matter fact since we on that, pass me the heat//
I make sure that he pass after I smash thru this beat!//
Even in dreams equal meetin PREME equal meeting ya defeat//
Swear 2 god man ALL y'all niggaz under me//
I'll bring it 2 ya grill when I burn thru beef//
U Soda pop niggaz think shit is all sweet//
Til you run in2 Preme then bleed tahitian treat//
Blind eyes even see I'm a mu'fuckin G//
No lames, dice games, fly dames, bright chains//
Hood fame, good game, that's my life mane//
I ain't playin when I'm sayin that it's all about the paper//
Nigga ever try & play us I'll send him to his maker//
Preme is 2 the game what Kobe is to the Lakers//
I beat everybody easy like Floyd Mayweather!!//
Gimmie mine on time, I won't hesitate to take it!!!//
U can levitate my placement 2 the top nigga face it// ...I'm the god!!!

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