[Verse 1: Proof]
Who started the mimic? Wack
The gimmick, wack
Jimmy cracked corn wraps, give ‘em smacks
Perhaps the copycat had no better turns
When it came to racial slurs, he lost his sense of balance
The lame brain put more into the game
With this other side of vocals and the boost of fame
And I’ll drop something proper
By slammin’ the hammer down like Judge Wapner
And after this, I could be tryin' to face it
Throwin’ the blows heavy, so if you’re Chevy, don’t chase me
Where’s your motivation, taking up your spare time
Tell everyone, "Air time." don’t you think you know the station?
So why take it upon myself to give the listeners [?]
So grab your boots to amplify your parachute
To rock bottom, let the real rappers step off you
Slide to stay inside, here comes the main course

[Verse 2: Chaos Kid]
Hurrah, hurrah, ha, haha, ha
Good God, here’s the top of the blah, blah, blah
Hey, I'm 'bout to go with the tag, [?]
Chaos Kid is [?]
It's automatic, it's some of that stuff that makes you stop and drop and tort
‘Cause you haven’t heard it bop before
It’s probably because I have a different kind of outlook
That creates a totally different type of output
So stay put your crook, and state the book
Are we gonna become the [?], 'cause now the real fame is avaliable
And so many rappers are giving credit when they sound pathetic
[?] makes you wanna go
But there’ll be none of that repetition here
Looks who's [about to cry?] your uncle, thus the [?] makes the business clear
At the dinner [?] did you wanna order a [?]
You better seek a savior
Or learn to run fast, yeah
[Interlude]
Bassmint Productions is definitely in the house
Now my fellow figures
Let’s go to the question
Where, oh, where has our hip-hop gone?
I pass the time we got a yellow-ish-brown lawn?
We got to work together to end the trouble
To send the rain down and bring the sun back out

[Verse 3: Eminem]
I'm not a happy camper
‘Cause someone has put a damper
On my spirit, tamper
Now I’m hampered with interference
We fell asleep and let the drawbridge unguarded
Now we’re being bombarded by garbage
So I seriously think your ego boost really needs a good boost
‘Cause you got me so bored I feel like a piece of wood
So I’ma break it to you gently
It doesn’t make you a rapper ‘cause you wrote a song accidentally
Oh no
This kind of stuff takes practice
You can’t lift weights for the first time in your life and expect to be Atlas
So I really recommend you find yourself a new outlet
‘Cause you’re wearing out your welcome like an outfit
So the real ones I keep a close relationship
I no longer have to be in association with
The rappers that have been rappin’ offbeat and rhyming like a princible
‘Cause this is the type of stuff that’s been bumpin’ us off the schedule
[Verse 4: Chaos Kid, Eminem, Chaos Kid & Eminem]
Spoke up like a tempo, [?] and drop
Cinderblocks in front of the door to prevent the flacks
Waiting for his bar to end, make affiliates
No more charging the door we charge the margin for
No tellin’ 'em what's makin’ my eardrums numb
While they’re making a career from
Judy has a big booty
Stutterin’ like Porky Pig
Rapping the tunes looney
You can’t blame it on one man and say he did it‘Cause the pop was flat before you put the ice in it
And now it’s time to break out the mustard gas and throw it up in your face until you shut your cussword ass
So stop getting dumb and play smart
Grow a hundred legs like a centipede
And make tracks like K-Mart
But don't return until you into the art
Before you go take a piece of my heart