Eminem:
Yo, speed racer, 97' burgundy Blazer
Wanted for burglary, had to ditch the mercury
tracer
I'm on some low ish,
I'm fed up wit the being broke ish
I'm not to joke wit
Bitch, I don't sell crack, I smoke it
My brains dusted; I'm disgusted at all my habits
Too many asprin tablets and empty medicine cabinets
Loosing battles to wack rappers 'cause
I'm always too blunted
Walkin' up in the cypher smokin', talkin' like,
