Built For This

It's about to be the death of Slim Shady

A little over two years he still can't face me

That shit you put up in the D was a slick move

You shoulda got Dave, cause now I'm gonna get you

And I aint even press up on you like I should

Double up on your security wish your N***** would

Try to run up to the station

And I'll be waitin here with fully automatic max one anilhilations

Gotta fuckin nerve takin me to trial

For copyright infringement, you said it was a freestyle

And you lied about your age, you was 21

Never ever make a move with an empty gun

I go to war, never fold

Snipe you on the 50 yard line why you talkin this way

Or why you walkin with Dre

It don't matter

Catch you at a show, you aint built for battle

Chorus

It was me that made you stop doing shows in the States

It was me that made the call to put Pauly on the tape

It was me that made your uncle put the burner to his face

(You can run but you can't hide, I'll find ya)

It was me that got your boy Proof served in Miami

It was me that struck a nerve when I said "fuck Haley"

It was me to finally put an end to Slim Shady

(You crossed the wrong mutha fu**er now you're paranoid)

Your mom told me on the celly, coward you a light weight

Steve Stell can never front cause he the same way

Your whole circle's just a bunch of little bitches

Tap dancing n*****s and weight lifting snitches

And I know I didn't hear you say you held good at rap

You're above it, sitting like a kid in Kimmy's lap

Mackavelli rollin over in his grave

Fuckin up his music, the beats don't play

And where's your girl Kim, I need to get my dick sucked

Heard she like coke, she wanna get her face fucked

But I aint freakin with no trailer park trash

I'll leave that shit to you Marshall Mathers (outcast)

Plus, what's the use in havin paper if you hide it

I can see the Source awards, but missin at the Vibe in?

How can you call yourself the number one rapper

XXL showin love to a cracker

Chorus

Heard up on the radio you said you wanna squash beef

It's kinda funny, to me this shit was never beef

In Puerto Rico with the burners in hand

Ran up on Green Lantern, he almost shit in his pants (damn)

Raise the white flag, I'm chargin up the hill

'Nail in the coffin' I'm impossible to kill

I'm your worst nightmare, the reaper in the flesh

It's a fight to the finish, a battle to the death

Dressin like a woman just to sell a few copies (damn)

Disrespectin Mike? man you gettin sloppy

Your album is atrocious shouldn't skin double

Fuckin D12 cause their career's in trouble

Angie needs to get your nuts up out her mouth

Enoughs a dick rider, I'll air these n*****s out

And any one else that try to hold ya

Cause in our reality you're the only toy soldier

Chorus x2 and fade