[Aristotle]
Cause, I'm not saying it about Dre, you know what I mean, Eminem whatever
[Ken Kaniff]
Hey dude, hey dude dude dude don't even trip dude, f*ck Dre!
Obie trice, em's gimmick, b*tch!
[Intro:]
One blonde haired rapper likes it inside, likes it inside, likes it inside
One blonde haired rapper likes it inside, likes it inside, likes it inside, yeeeaaaah
Guess who's back, back again?
Ken is back, tell some men
Rub my back, rub my back, rub my back, rub my back, rub my back, rub my back, rub my back
Oooooooh yeah
Oooooooh yeeeah
[Verse 1:]
A-tisket a-tasket, man I get my ass licked
By little slim baby, hes obsessed with faggots
Obies mad that Eminem's an addict
Proof's getting jealous, so he signed to maverick
Boy bands rule, man I love Kirkpatrick
And Timberlake too, now that Britney passed it
Elton John's cute, for an older bast*rd
I shouldn't talk about your boyfriend like that, slim
Im back di di di da da da daddy day
I saw you holding hands the other night with Dr. Dre
What you say? Cause then you know what I'm telling
You're a b*tch with no clip in your gun, you ain't a felon
Ken Kaniff kid, got you screaming who's real
8 mile then, and now you live in Bluefield
This is over, man I'm done, its outro
Another diss song that will rip your as*h*le
[Hook:](X2)
Now this looks like another job for Ken
So everybody, women and men
Scream, shout it out loud now, "f*ck YOU SLIM"
Cause my voice sounds whack when its done by him
[Verse 2:]
f*ck Eminem, L-man, Xzibit and Dre
Two thousand and trey, all hell dissing away
I'm Still a barfly, motherf*cker siphon in starlight
Black rappers hate me like a honkey with the foureyes
Alright, D12, Double personality
6 MC's on a one person salary
I know it sounds bizarre and Bizarre's just a b*tch
Nobody knows why slim shady signed swift
Detroit, oh sh*t, that's a scary place to live
Its way worse than Los Angeles where everyones a critic
8 mile, 9 mile, that's hella complicated
The way you making sure people don't get lost when they're faded
Im sick of the bullsh*t lets bury the gats
I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to rap?
I'm off this track, I'm pointing a finger at you
Call Dido and spawn by singing a tune
[Hook:](X2)
[Verse 3:]
Ken Kaniff is what Eminem isn't
Another white rapper, that ain't like Limp Bizkit
This is b*tch sh*t, you're a punk to risk it
Come over to Connecticut and get your wrists slit
For real now, you ain't gotta rap to talk it
Your baby mother's fat, and she runs your pocket
7 platinum, but you signed to Weber
Your moneys f*cked up, dip down in the red
Eminem's gay, I'm a homosex
But Eminem's played, I don't know whats next
Ya'll I'm on my period and ovulating
Shut the f*ck up, you're a b*tch Miss Shady
Come on fags hit me for the sh*t I'm talking
I got your whole fan base going and jacking
Feeling what I spit, when I diss the icon
And get your ass f*cked, by an orange pylon
[Hook:](X2)
[Outro:]
Aww, yeah
Cmon, come over here, Eminem
Im'a give you a milk chocolate
Let me slide up in that Hershey highway
JD was telling me about how you and Dre used to get f*cking naked at the hotel and suck each others c*cks
Black white, looked like a f*cking vanilla yogurt twist or something like that
Come on b*tch, come here b*tch, you're just a b*tch
Ken Kaniff, f*ck you
And everybody you roll with
Come on Dre, I'll turn you out, call me
Call me, I'll suck your c*ck, I'll plug your booty hole
And you talk all the sh*t anymore
Come on, make it happen
And suck Ken's c*ck, baby
You know you want to
You want to suck on the shaft of my p*nis and lick my balls
And lick the c*m while it squirts out, get your ass pregnant or something...