I got one!
"Warning" By 'D' eminem Que
Sit back homie relax, in fact grab a six pack,
kick back while I kick facts, 'bout to do a diss track
perfect way to get back, no need to cock a fist back
I gave 91 her swag, she's just wick wack
I’m upset now an O.G., with the goatee
and you try to diss your favorite homie?
Wow 91, didn’t expect you to go balls out
Better shut up before I put all them phone calls out
you made to my house when you was wild-n-out like sleestax
When you was on my e-sack and wouldn't ease back
How many times you fly to my house? Still trying to count
Better shut your lying mouth if you don’t want folks finding out
You probably think I don't have anything of relevance
that's why I kept all those PMs as evidence
Enough dirt on you to murder you
This is what the heck I do
91, it ever occur to you
that I still have pictures? However you prefer to do
and that goes for Logakal too You think I’m scared of you?
You gonna ruin my swag you better get some
Like I’ma sit and fight with you, knowing you all mixed up,
e-crack ho that's been in rehab for over 6 months
and only spread the e-legs to let me hit once
Yeah, what you gonna say? I’m lucky? Tell the public that I was so ugly
that you had to be drunk to suck me?
Second base? What the hell you tell Work2BDone?
The second week we were dry humping but let's return to the One (91).
91 you don’t want me to tell 'em how I was Biggie
and you was lil' Kim in PM, and how I gave you 50
And how I did you silly, and you couldn't barely keep with me
combining that with the real reason your keyboard is sticky
Or maybe you do.
But if I’m embarrassing me, I’m embarrassing you
and don’t you dare say it isn’t true.
As long as the song’s getting airplay I’m dissing you.
I’m a hair away from getting carried away and getting sued.
I was gonna stop at 16, That was 32
This is 34 bars. We ain’t even a third of the way through.
damn, Damie. 91 played you. Ninety who?
Oh did I say ”elitist”, I meant a liar too.
Like I’ve been goin off on you all this time
for no reason, Girl you out ya elitist mind.
Check ya wine cellar. Look at the amounts of all the wine.
Like I sit around and PM about you all the time.
I just think this here is funny when I pounce you on a rhyme.
But bump it now I’m bout to draw the line.
And for you to cross it that’s a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb.
I can describe cars that are parked up in your drive
like an episode of Cribs, a blow below the ribs
if I hear another word so don’t go opening your jibs
cos every time you do it’s like an over load of fibs
I ain’t saying none of this again, You know what it is.
It’s a warning shot before I blow up ya whole spot
Call my bluff and I’ll release everything I got
Including the voicemails right before you flipped your top
When me and Kyng were trynna stick two CD’s in the same slot
(Him is Damie _________? Him is Damie _________? I love you)
I love you too Let me whisper sweet nothings into your ear, boo. Now what you say?
(It’s nothing) Ya so what I’ll do
Is refresh your memory when you said (I want you)
Now should I keep going or should we call truce?
(You think you’re cute, right? Hahaha) You bet your sweet ass I do
(I’m 91, D) And I’m SuperQue
(91 is Damie's) Comin’ at you
So if you’ll still be my (form of an loon)
Then I’ll still be your (shape of an igloo.)
Yeah, I’m right here (You like this)
Nope. Not anymore, Dear.
It cuts like a (knife) when I tell ya get a (life)
But I’m movin on with mine - you better get it right
I tell you shut your mouth then I’ll leave you alone
If you don’t (stick to the script) then I’ma just keep goin
(I see Julie Art. Julie Art's saying ”cut the tape, cut the tape”. Knife!)