Eminem — 8 Mile: 313 Cypher Chin Tiki Girls

[Verse 1: Obie Trice (Parking Lot Rapper #2)] I use my voice to spit the fiery frame Try and refrain, dying in vain Soon as I'm replyin' your name I be the nigga in the Shelter who be eyein' your chain [Verse 2: Njeri Earth (Parking Lot Rapper #3)] Yo, yo 313 area, bound to bury ya with vengeance My rhymes sentences'll put an end to your existence with The rigorousness, niggas, I'm serious, delirious, cause A curious—pause the fury calls from my jaws From devourin' y'all raw [Interlude: Mekhi Phifer (as Future)] Woo, okay, okay. 313rd, we in the house. [?] you know what I mean, [?] finest. Yo DJ Iz, lemme get that beat, baby. Gimme that beat. Come on, come on. Uh, uh, uh, uh [Verse 3: Mekhi Phifer (as Future)] You forced to listen to the individual, the metaphysical The Mac Mitten, rhyme ritual, heterosexual Syllables they sound complex to you, lines perplexin' you With words that could put a hex on you, snap that neck on you Murder you, boil you, we keep a white boy or two Let my man grab the mic, you see how Bunny Rabbit do [Interlude: Mekhi Phifer (as Future) & Eminem (as B-Rabbit)] Come on, man. Come on, man Kick that shit, baby, come on Come on, man Uh, uh, watch that nigga kick this shit, uh Uh Alright, speed it up a little bit, Iz Come on, baby Alright, look Yo, yo [Verse 4: Eminem (as B-Rabbit)] Your style is generic, mine's authentic-made I roll like a renegade, you need clinic aid My technique's bizarre and ill; I scar and kill You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill As I proceed to cook and grill ya, that's all it took to kill ya You better recognize me like I look familiar You wanna battle? You beat around the bush Like you're scared to lick pussy, so you eat around the tush I need a clown to push, someone that I can bully Wait a minute, I don’t think you understand fully See me without a style's like mustard without the Heinz I lead the new school, you're a Busta without the rhymes I crush the shit out your line [Verse 5: Omar Benson Miller (as Sol George)] Now I'm the Rashiki, smokin' the lick-licky Ten freaky girls inside The Chin Tiki Girl, when you see me, you better believe me This ain't a game and pimpin' ain't easy Anything goes when it comes to hoes I'm the kingpin when it comes to flows You better ask someone if you don't know When you see me, girl, say "What up, though? Ten freaky girls Ten, ten, ten freaky girls