[Intro: The Game]
Haven’t been myself lately my flow is nasty and i rhyme off safety. Internal transition my eternal vision new DOC pad for script flippin' off the top magician rap technician no chances ever given best believe the superstition I put the rap in The Game.. no I really mean i took over the scrimmage pre game foul lines when im spittin' off sides

[Verse 1: The Game]
Hit was placed on a feminist gymnast looks like Eminem might fit that description. All off the dome map, mind over Mathers, the notepad in my head-space came equipped with lead and dry erase. i sent the shot, you folded up like a page now i gotta erase your legacy away today. I took the quest to slay the dragon cause I witnessed machine gun inflict no damage. You can’t kill a god with mortal instruments but i can slaughter a goat like a satanic crucible with iLL intent to spit a dis so militant that will attack like a cruise missile and target your chewed pencil. In a swift descent i know all consent is still against 50 enemies with the metal in hand, came to settle with em'.. kill'em with many sentimental memory sentinels pen their prey as i cursive writ their fate in the quickest way. Innocent bystander standing by after the meth disaster Marshall Mathers wig split from the ricochet after The Games over, stick'em in the grave

[Verse 2: The Game]
There’s nothing left but Shady's slim remnant's on display in segments individual sections of physical flesh leading to a crime riddled spherical vehicle crash. All fear for a residual check a miserable death the messiahs here with status of literal best a miracle addressed negating the stress rigorously blessed Marshall Mathers lacking a physical vest still caught a lyrical wreck. Difficult? nah I did it in one continuous breathe, rage was supressed for years until I felt it was time to express and exit the cage

[Verse 3: The Game]
I’m the paul bearer, multi-tasker, Marshall mathers.. I’m officially closing this rappers chapter and lowering the casket like a puppet master. Strings on my hand like a screenplay of the rapture. You set the bar at a medium level so I had to punch you in the bladder what’s the matter mathers fell off your ladder hard to box & chatter with a broken jaw and skull fracture chatter box turned white as casper. Lonesome dove, This n***a look & fight like Jasper. Matter of fact before I black out and finish this bastard Im'a let him rap battle this AX to the grill silly bitch get a grip like MC hammers and blood splatter

[Verse 4: The Game]
I swear this faggot a flamer. I take a fool clip and spray it like a a club banger. Empty the chamber, someone call a Dr i Philled his grandsons chest up with 8 mile markers and red dot lasers. Pull a juice on you the vanilla traitor smurf waiter revoked your G-pass waiver Detroit called there white neighbor and said you can’t come back to De'wight trailor. I told Dre you was a mistake, this man can’t rap. he said you was risky bet but admired your handicap. he didn’t call you a protegee but a goof-ball women beater that was letting Kim blow his buddy’s wiener, i got proof yall

[Outro: The Game]
Bitch i use haileys box as a megaphone when im lickin her twat im on time like the metronome, I see that last line got you a little angry, just dont check her phone. Here take you another methadone