where are your mates?, Oi! check your mate, but wait, it's too late, it's already over, at this rate, yeah I spaz out on a loose track, like you space out and lose track, when more than two syllables rhyme, should I go even slower, this time, I've no habbit whooping little kids, I make such bastards wish they got arrested, but if that kid's so ill, send them in your stead, I'm interested, can the kid beat me, that's unknown, it's still untested, one thing was proven beyond doubt, the Galactussy was easily bested, seams I need to explain my bars for the Ameri-moronic, I oppose sissy bashing rhetoric, they need protecting, again real slick, you go projecting your kinks, you see, I compared your bars to watered down drinks, useless by design, they all go down the sink, A virgin cocktail is a cocktail with no booze, Decaffeinated coffee is gonna make me snooze, not what I want for lunch, Punchlines with no punch gonna make you lose, where are your mates?, Oi! check your mate, but wait, it's too late, it's already over at this rate, fuck Eminem?! what are you saying? what kinda games are you playing? where was his crew? when you came calling at the door? his standards must've fallen low, like Marshall's mattress on the floor, all groupies must've dried up, did the real slim shady realy stand up, for you? you fucking slim shady? roofies and viagra in his Pimm's maybe?, kind'a sus, I think you've been had Brutus-Galactus, preposterous, that was an impostor, not the real slim shady at all, you cracked and toured the crackhouse, gave them head in the hall, anywhere, spit or swallow, the crackheads don't care, happy with any old hole, no one else would touch you, no matter how long the pole, let me explain, you've already been told, I was top, yet your bottom got no action, you're a willing bottom, ice cold, there's simply no attraction, where are your mates?, Oi! check your mate, but wait, it's too late, it's already over at this rate, Brutus, your namesake stabbed his own mate, how cold, he killed a king of kings, an emperor real bold, there can only be one check mate, be told, when the fat lady sings, the king is cornered and have to fold. let me cook, here, have some red hot coco, you look cold, rest your weary legs and warm up by the fire, Brutus-Galactus, I'd hate to have to call you a liar, maybe it's time for you to retire, this is getting old, Ho Ho Ho, where are your mates?, Oi! check your mate, but wait, it's too late, it's already over.
