[Dr. Dre]
Huh, so I’m out the game huh?
[Eminem]
Yo Dre, we ridin?
[Dr. Dre]
Whatever
[Eminem]
Well I’m witchu homie
[Dr. Dre]
Ok, Let’s handle this small shit
[Eminem]
I was born to brew up storms ‘n stir up shit
Kick up dust, cuss til I slur up spit
Grew up too quickly been through too much shit
Corrupt and now they pour it on like syrup, bitch
Thick in gritz, sick and twisted Mr. Buttersworth
Dre tole me to milk this shit for what it’s worth
Till the cow just tilts and tips ‘n stumbles to earth
And if I fumble the verse, keep going
First take, I make mistakes, just keep it