Wut Kolore Izz Sole

(Chorus)

Close ya eyes and try to guess my pig(ment)

Close ya eyes and try to guess my pig(ment)

Close ya eyes and try to guess my pig(ment)

Now open 'em up, even the best shocked

(Eminem)

Sick when hurry idiots batta-battle the skinny-skinniest little rapper to neva battle,piddle, or paddle the prettiest

Dumb fuck, lookin' for the hats off for the numba, jackin' jeans keep your hangin' nuts tucked

And I'm about to take my look up it, up in a book

Plus i'm almost on the top of the booty pull that coppin' a district shit

See you're just barkin up tha wrong tree cuzz i got diarrhea myamia, I'a be a fuckin Honkey

So bad on the mic gotta make ya titterid kid retell what tha fuck i'm saying

Niggas talk, but neva the type babbadababa they think they shits so poppa hipty

I'd imagine if I were to put up a zipper to the mic i'd be able to do a lip-sync

Because I rap in this muthafucker there's gotta be a certain rhyme this microphone stick, what the fuck i'll hoist it around inside my home

And the dj better stick up like a rocket

Cuzz he could scratch up a pooltable with 27 pockets

Buttafingaz scratches like a girly fight

But if i call up Manix, open up the pearly whites

But i'm hardcore like bustin' at the mayor

Gettin' kids like i was boxin' up a sale

I wouldn't suck on the mic if it was shaped like a nipple

I done made lots'a money so i'm good if i make like a nickle

But i'm out cold like a salt wound

So I got nuts so fat, it'll keep my toes warm(hit me!)

Obs: Essa música é do tempo que o Eminem fazia parte de um grupo chamado Soul Intent... aqui há apenas seu verso e o refrão...