[Eminem]. It's all bad now man it's all bad. Cuz y'all done FUCKED up now. YEA! Ha ha new shit aiyyo. I just want the whole world to know. That I did not start this but I will finish it. Comin' up it never mattered what color you was. If you could spit then you could spit. That's it that's what it was. Back when motherfuckers was straight backpackin'. Cipherin' fightin' for life in this raft. For the mic to get past and you psyched and you gasped. Then you hype cuz you last. And you might whoop some ass. If you lost then you lost. Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it. When the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was like. The only source of life. When the mics used to mean something a four was like. You were the shit now it's like the least you get. Three and a half now just means you're a piece of shit. Four and a half or five. Means you're Biggie Jigga Nas or Benzino. Shit I don't even think you realize. You're playing with motherfuckers' lives. I done watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic. Probably cuz I was on it. Now you fucked me out of my mics twice I let it slide. I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a five. Shit I was right I'da fuckin died already tryin. I swear to God I never lie I bet that's why. You let that bitch give me that bullshit review. I sat and took it I ain't look at the shit we knew. You'd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too. *Hock spit* fuck a relationship we through. No more Source for street cred them days is dead. Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays' head. Every issue there's an eight page Made Men spread. Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head. That I am not afraid of this fuckin waste of lead. On my pencil for me to write some shit this simple. So listen closely as I break it down and proceed. This old G's about to get smoked like rolled weed. You don't know me or my motherfucking mother. You motherfucking punk. Put me on your fuckin cover just to sell your little. Sell-out mag I ain't mad I feel bad. Here's an ad here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad. You wanna talk about some shit that you don't know about yea?. Let's talk about how you're puttin your own son out there. To try to eat off him because you missed your boat. You're never gonna blow bitch you're just too old. No wonder you're sore now lordy you're bored now. I'm pushing thirty you're kickin forty's door down. Bitch this is war now and you'll never beat me. All you do is cheat me out of Quotables. But you know that you'll always see me. On your TV cuz you've got to stay up 'til. Three in the morning to see your video played once on BET. So hee hee hee who has the last laugh? Aftermath yea. So on behalf of our whole staff kiss our asshole cracks. We'll never fold or hold back just know that. Benzino's wack no matter how many times I say his name. He'll never blow jack. You're better off tryin to bring RSO back. Look at your track record that's how far it goes back. It's extortion and Ray owns a portion. So half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston. Bullyin and bossin Dave like a slave. They completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay. Locked in his own office. Afraid of the softest fakest wannabe gangsta in New York. And it's pitiful cuz I would have never said shit if you'da. Kept your mouth shut bitch now what?. Hit it Clue spit it Slay new shit exclusive. Yo Lantern yo Who Kid you know what to do with this. Use it I'm through this is stupid. I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this. And who you callin a bitch... bitch?.