Woorden: Eminem. Biterphobia.

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[Intro:]
Ready or ride! [scratches] Do it! [scratches]
Eat 'em up! [scratches] Do it! [scratches] [x4]

[Verse 1:]
Sneakin' in through the back door - freaky MC's get ambushed
Rammed and squooshed slammed and pushed, crammed and mushed.
Then I'm movin' on down from the right to left,
So bite the meth or prepare to fiht to death
To jacked, attacked and cracked on two,
Smackin' through 'ril you're black and blue for actin' true!
I'm dreaded like a man whose hair is all stands,
Proof that I be sniffin' on aerosol cans.
I'm stompin'! I'm kickin'! I'm chokin'! I'm stampin' 'em
Clopin' 'em! Stcikin' and pokin' and clampin' 'em,
To electric chairs and tightenin' bolts
Hit 'em with frightening jolts of lightning bolts!
I'm zappin'! - Rappers, singers and daneers
Faster than you could snap your fingers for ransom.
Cancer is in the fleshm alive and breathin'
Survivin' by connivin and theivin,

[Chorus:]
Ready or ride! [scratches] Do it! [scratches]
Eat 'em up! [scratches] Do it! [scratches] [x4]

[Verse 2:]
I had a dream I was gettin' jacked by biters
It felt like I was bein attacked by spiders.
Developin' a fear of biterphobia
I'm holdin' a gas can and lighter over ya!
If I detect ya! - I'm a pulverize
Dissect your brain, diggin' in your skulls for lies,
And I'm a torture - with material iller
That a stark ravin' mad serial killer!
But I'm more dangerous - than a loaded chamber is
A major risk to a plagiarist!
So beware of the aira! A terror for horrible,
Will scare ya tomorrow is the airbone assault of rappers.
Hit the source to better my skills, I head for the border
And run Galloping Hills,
The choice is yours!
Cause now buddy's noises force me to scream 'til my voice is hoarse
Cause I'm sick of these jabber jaws and crap that grab at yours
And savage yours to bite like Labradors!
In the range of my double-barrel
And your like is in danger, trouble and peril!

[Chorus:]
Ready or ride! [scratches] Do it! [scratches]
Eat 'em up! [scratches] Do it! [scratches] [x4]

[Verse 3:]
I trample and stamp liars, likethey werr campfires,
Cause vampires right on my balls like clamp pliers.
And swing on my thingamajig
So I'm bringin' my nig Proof for backup when I sing at my gig.
Cause biters are fallin' head over heels
In love with every rhyme that I've said over reels,
That's how I became paranoid,
Chewin' my fingernails, pullin' my hair annoyed!
Cause every time you bit it was deliberate
So I'm forced to hit a little quicker with
An ultimatum! I assault and slayed 'em
With rhymes and it's ultimatum just to cultivate 'em!
Energetic and imaginative,
Pronouns and verbsm predicates and adjectives
Will reach out and grab ya, nine times outta ten
That's why I'm spilling one of a kind rhymes out a pen!

[Chorus:]
Everybody walk out the back door! [scratches]
Everybody walk out the ba-a-ack door! [scratches] [x4] [beat fades out]