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/pol/'s Eminem diss track
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link:
https://vocaroo.com/i/s1HewB3nAt7j
https://vocaroo.com/i/s1HewB3nAt7j
https://vocaroo.com/i/s1HewB3nAt7j

[Comprised entirely of shitposts made by multiple anons, recorded by rapanon--who added his own verse. First part mocks both Eminem's perceived decay of quality, by 'roasting Trump' better than he did; and generally shits on Eminem's weak bars. The rest is /pol/ dissing Eminem outright. References made to Eminem's prior fights with rap artists Benzino, Ja Rule, Whitey Ford, and ICP as well as material from Eminem's first EP, "Infinite," poking fun at Marshall for entirely losing his grip on his position as a polemical rapper. Most of the track parodies Slim Shady's style--which Eminem has been either trying to recover, or at times struggling to move beyond unsuccessfully for the last 20 years of his wack career.]

lyrics:
_post 1
hey mister racist--
your face is orange and bloated
and I’m damn glad that I voted
for Hillary Clinton
because I respect women, black people, and Jews
unlike you
Hitler number two
everything they said about you was true
you a bigot Trump, you gotta go
disrespecting women--Antifa says hell no

_post 2
Trump
more like Drumpf
or more like Blumpf
that dude looks like a Flumpf
yo call him Mr Stumpf
I take it back, Colbert calls him Gumpf
oh shit it’s Mr Zumpf
woke up looking like a Pumpf
with a big bag of cumpf
so go and tell President Vumpf
we don’t need another Lumpf
peace.

_post 3
hol up hol up
my name is Marshall Mathers
always-was-a-muslim Mathers
halal spaghetti, and blathers
Trump is not a democrat
so I’m gonna make a rap--
just stand back while I slap him with an object
and make it rhyme like... l-like a bobject

_post 4
real men listen to motorhead
sunrise, wrong side of another day
sky high, and six thousand miles away
don’t know how long I’ve been awake
wound up in an amazing state
can’t get enough and you know it’s righteous stuff
goes up like prices at Christmas
motorhead, you can call me motorhead, alright--
braindead, total amnesia
get some mental anesthesia
don’t move, I’ll shut the door and kill the lights
and if I can be wrong I could be right
all good clean fun
have another stick of gum
man, you look better already,
motorhead, remember me now motorhead, alright
fourth day, five day marathon
we're moving like a parallelogram,
don't move, I'll shut the door and kill the lights
I guess I'll see you all on the ice,
I should be tired and all I am is wired,
ain't felt this good in an hour

_post 5
yo--
Donald Trump
you are such a chump
what do you say
when I come here today
to do an exposé
on how I saw you yesterday
at the gay parade
I'm glad that you’re a homo
cause the Bible says that’s a no no
and now you're gonna go to hell
hope your stay isn't so well
maybe you’ll learn a lesson or two on not bein so snarky
towards the former president who is a darkie

_post 6
Drumpf
he a coward
he ain’t shit
he's a cow turd
get this man outta office
fake news is his last word
I gots a bone to pick
with a racist prick
no wall gonna stop this sick
flow of Hispanics
all we know is, Putin in ya back pockets
stop tryna flex on Kim Jong with ya whack rockets
let our Madam take charge,
take the L you quitter--
and on the way out just
make another dumb post on Twitter

_rapanon's verse
ok, alright, alright let me find my flow real quick--
now it’s Anon's turn to take over the beat, leaving
Eminem keeled over and weak and on his knees
with his pants around his ankles--frankly,
I’m just a little bit unstable
probably a hair away from turning tables
over white niggers like Marshall, awful
it’s target practice, lawfully
lighting up some wigger’s career
in the parking deck; hoodie, over only his ears
brings a tear to my eye
crew behind him for hype--
cause he’s too far past his fucking prime to write
half decent-ass fucking punchlines
parroting every whack faggot on Twitter, bitter
the niggers behind him all just activists on the shitter,
literally stomping like teenagers
hasn’t worked for a wage in over three decades, thinking
he’s got his pulse on the underdog’s labors--
like he speaks for us?
bus that shit, faggot
you can’t step to touch on us--
like John Podesta’s torture bus
I'll leave you slathered in pizza sauce
Marshall Mathers, whack little bastard
long gone are the days you ruled diss tracks--
and blew back jackasses
from Benzino to Ja Rule,
Whitey Ford and paintballed
those clown faggots
I’m done with you
leaving my nuts in the back of your old 90’s tracer
That’s still sitting at Kinko’s, where you left it for Dre

_intermission
ayo hol up hol up hol up
/pol/'s not done, we still got some more shit to say

_post 7
coffee pot, coffee pot
hot coffee, that's not
coffee in my coffee pot
my name is Marshall, and
I got a coffee pot--bought
it at Wal-Mart and almost dropped
it in the parking lot
coffee caught, before it landed
Trump hardens my cock
he wrote the Art of the Deal, but
I wrote the Art of the Coffee Pot
jerk off my coffee cock
till I get off my pot
I don't smoke pot unless it's made of coffee, but
it's largely not--
used to listen to Bob Marley
now I just listen to my coffee pot
built a robot out of coffee, call it a coffee bot
laughed so hard I got coffee snot
runnin out of my nose, but it landed in the coffee spot
got a walkie-talkie, now I'm talking with my coffee pot
but hey Trump--coffee pot!

that shit's awfully hot...

_post 8
I'ma walk inside a mosque on Ramadan And
let the bullets off
cause 9/11 wan an insi--
oh-- oh ... I’ma stop
I’ma stop
gun reform for Nevada?
are those the same guns you were on probation for havin--African
soliders were never told to go back, and
I remember watching Villanueva stand for the flag
he didn't kneel like a faggot
for the national anthem and twist facts,
that Michael Brown was throwing his hands up
stop throwing a tantrum
you sound like a bitch--
mad the border wall is stopping all of you and your friends
from smuggling bricks
enter a mosque for a prayer
don't be surprised when they behead you for shaving your beard
or throw you off the roof for being a queer
yeah, your agenda is clear:
you pander to blacks so you can make a little cash
off your next shitty track
how disgusting is that?
Trump ain't as stingy as you
he funded himself, homie, you were funded by Jews
making us choose, between the POTUS and you?
we voted for him, ain't nobody fucking voting for you

_post 9
hey, give Eric the mic
comp that shit
hey Steve, bump that shit
make mom mad rich
me too--so I can chomp jap fish
drain the swamp, stomp that bitch
automatic Paddock, King Kong's rap bitch--

_post 10
I gotta question, Em:
What happened to your rapping, now you're PC?
I bet that'll make some sales on your next CD
actually, naw, this whole edition gets the frisbee
like when Mickey played catch with Pluto on Disney
you used to say words like faggot constantly--
you understood it then--what, now you don't get the content?
that a faggot and a homosexual are not the same thing?
I think all that Xanax might have gone straight to your brain

_post 11
hey guys! hi! My name is Eminem
and I’d like to introduce my butt-hole to... um...
him... and him... and him--hello,
nice to meet you, let yourself in
here’s my email--
find a shemale
and we'll try to do this again
bring a friend
my rear-end will give you a grin
let's begin
stick it in
again, again, and again, and again
[again and again, and again and]

_post 12
You know, here’s the fucking problem, you see cause
Marshall done changed lanes
virtue-signalling lyrical chain-gangs
like a dead-lifter with no gains
like Dracula without no fucking fangs--
you might as well go celibate
you're just scared of losing your relevance
it’s obvious via the evidence
evidently you’re not an elephant
you done fucked up like Icarus
unlike Icarus, you’re meticulous
your wax wings look fucking stupid
like furry-Gucci ridiculous
so, lick on this dick a bit
you’re fake
you’re an opportunist, you bitch--
go cry about how Kim divorced you, or some shit
and get rich

_rapanon's last punchline
but how rich is this, bitch?
I’m just some nobody in my bedroom
doing what you do better'n you done it
in ten years