Better Lose Yourself [Eminem Diss #3] lyrics

[Intro]
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Hangmen 3
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[Verse 1]
Man, these lil boys ain't built for beef (Nah)
Stick to rap before you get killed in the street
I'm callin' you out, b*tch, we can knuckle it up
Bet a hundred fifty grand that I'm f*ckin' you up (Uh huh)
Open your mouth, Em, I'll let you taste the Glock
Put it all up in your face like Papa Doc, Zino, n*gga
Know I got shells to spit (Blaow)
f*ck Obie Trice (f*ck you), your wife (f*ck you) and them 12 di*ks (And f*ck you)
I run the streets, my fam let the Glocks explode (Blaow)
Never met a live n*gga cross 8 Mile Road (Never)
You a sixth Backstreet Boy that learned to rap (Uh huh)
And his gun had no bullets, who he tryin' to clap? (Come on)
I really thought he was gay at the Grammy Awards
Elton John singin' (Ha) wit his hand holdin' up yours (b*tches)
Tryna tell the media that you did it all for profit (Yeah right)
We hear it on the remix you cleanin' out your closet
Biatch
[Chorus]
You better lose yourself when I find you
Remind you what the nine do if I let it blow
It only take one shot, do not make me c*ck this four
Your life's opportunity come to a flatline
You better lose yourself when I find you
Remind you what the nine do if I let it blow
It only take one shot, do not make me c*ck this four
Your life's opportunity come to a flatline

[Verse 2]
Second verse, it get's worse, it get's much realer than this
Eminem still on Benzino di*k
Talkin' 'bout I'm dead broke then you must be crazy
Every time you up in The Source, your label gotta pay me (Yeah)
Make me come to Detroit and put the gun to Hailie (Blaow)
Have everybody like (Benzino goin' crazy)
Top of the game, I'm the one runnin' the race
Got a Bentley for every little bump in your face
We can meet up in the streets, we can box it out (Uh huh)
Oh you bluffin' on them records just poppin' your mouth
Used to do songs about smokin' crack and dust
Back when Insane Clown Posse smacked you up
You a drag queen? Why you keep your hair that color?
Know your mom wish she swallowed you and put on a rubber
I'm here to bang, suck a di*k, play your position
f*ck apologies, hollow tips is all that I'm givin' (Let's go)
[Chorus]
You better lose yourself when I find you
Remind you what the nine do if I let it blow
It only take one shot, do not make me c*ck this four
Your life's opportunity come to a flatline
You better lose yourself when I find you
Remind you what the nine do if I let it blow
It only take one shot, do not make me c*ck this four
Your life's opportunity come to a flatline

[Verse 3]
Yo, yo, let's get in depth for a second 'bout the life you live
Every other record cryin' 'bout your wife and kids
Better lose yourself for a couple moments or more
You don't want drama or a bullet hole in your jaw
Let's take it back for a minute to the Grammy Awards
Backstage, Elton John had his hand in your drawers
And I don't care how many nails, you put in my coffin
Ask your baby mom's why she take flights to Boston
Everybody like "why you f*ckin' wit Em?"
He made three diss records, man I'm under his skin
You better stick to dissin' cats like Fred Durst and Britney
I'm a Made Man, it's kind a hard to hit me
Don't think the guns won't blow (Blaow) cause you signed 50 (Nah)
Got a whole bunch of New York n*ggas is wit me
Keep tellin' me I ain't supposed to rap
I thought this white boy was supposed to be the best at rap
[Chorus]
You better lose yourself when I find you
Remind you what the nine do if I let it blow
It only take one shot, do not make me c*ck this four
Your life's opportunity come to a flatline
You better lose yourself when I find you
Remind you what the nine do if I let it blow
It only take one shot, do not make me c*ck this four
Your life's opportunity come to a flatline
You better lose yourself when I find you
Remind you what the nine do if I let it blow
It only take one shot, do not make me c*ck this four
Your life's opportunity come to a flatline
You better lose yourself when I find you
Remind you what the nine do if I let it blow
It only take one shot, do not make me c*ck this four
Your life's opportunity come to a flatline

[Benzino talking during hook]
Come on man
You really don't want it, man
I don't know who's blowin' your f*ckin' head up
But you really don't want it
You think that motherf*cker
In the 8th grade almost beat you senseless
I'll f*ck you up for real
And anybody you wanna motherf*ckin' bring for the ride will get that too
You ain't sh*t in the streets, man
You a f*ckin' pus*y
I don't care how many times you frown, in the f*ckin' picture
I'll f*ck you up for real
You b*tch ass motherf*cker

[Outro: ????]
f*ck you talkin' 'bout
Mean streets of Boston?
Motherf*ckers will kill you n*gga
You're afraid to bleed n*gga, aight
f*ckin' Obie ass, sucker ass n*gga
b*tch ass n*gga, Boston n*ggas will f*ckin' rape you, you f*ckin' ho
Yeah
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