[Bizarre]   The rap game, hip hop 101   The hardest nine to five you'll ever have   You can't learn this shit in no history book   You ready to rap motherfucker?   You ready to sell your soul? hahaha   The rap game will fuck you up      [Swifty McVay]   I'ma disrupted nigga, you made me crazy   You shoulda slayed me as a baby   Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven    And you ain't even gotta pay me   I take pleasure of layin' a nigga down daily   You face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fast   I've never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya ass   You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music   Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools, just don't confuse it   What happens: these dudes get rude then I lose it   I'm scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlas   With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back nigga   You are not realer, in fact you're feel the effects   Of a crack dealer, y'all presidents since he smacked   And got a mack 10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap   But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me black   'cause you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac      [Eminem]   I'ma get snuffed, 'cause I ain't said enough to pipe down   I pipe down, when the [White House] just wiped out   When I see that little [Cheney] dike get sniped out   Lights out, bitch adios, goodnight {*gunshot*} (AHH!)   Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down   Think for a minute 'cause the hype just died down   That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now   And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down   I'm all for America, fuck the government   Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick   Motherfuck ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitch   Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit   Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade   Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades   And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade   Shit's like a samurai sword or sensai   Shit just don't change to this day   I'm this way, still tell that utsl-ay itchb-ay   Ucks-ay my ikcd-ay, 'scuse my igp-ay atinl-ay   But uckf-ay you igp-ay      [Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}]   This rap game, this rap game   I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game   And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game   Man, I'm tellin' you, no it ain't happening   This rap game, this rap game   I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game   I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game   This rap game, this rap game      [Kon Artist]   I wouldn't wanna be drinkin', drowned in my own inequity   But fucked that I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me   And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me   A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me   I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'   If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin'   You know, same shit every nigga done in his life   I look at this, why speak on when I want when I write   So why should I ever fear another man   If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand?   OK, you win, you can say we can't rap   But no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was whack      [Kuniva]   I walk in that party and just start bussin' {*gunshots and screaming*}   Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction"   This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome   To let you know the time without Morris Dangerome (nigga)   I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty    To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50   Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze   I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese   With ya seed, you be an unlucky G   My lifestyle is unstable, a partyin' addict   They said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a 'matic   Coughin' the static, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit   Poppin' the tablet and guns that saw you in half      [Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}]   Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy   Make makin' millions look easy   Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me   Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3-D   No time to call a peace treaty   Dial 911 'cause you need the- police to help you believe me      [Proof]   I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb   This is absurd, these street niggas twistin' my words   We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood"   'cause Proof and Shyne man shit nothin' in common   The nastiest band with gas in each hand   We never bow down to be a flash in the pan   No remorse, fuck ya stature dog   Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all   Put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound   Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around   So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats   Matter of fact, we can battle for plaques (This rap game)      [Bizarre]   I'm too fuckin' retarded   I don't give a fuck about my dick   That's why I'm datin' Lorraina Bobbet   My crew had an argument, who was the largest   Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist   Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps   Well I really didn't, but I did accordin' to this contract   I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go   Freezin' 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe   My little girl, she shouldn't listen to these lyrics   That's why I glued her headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it   If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks   Hahahaha, 50 sing the hook      [Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}]   This rap game, this rap game   I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game   And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game   Man, I'm tellin' you, know it ain't happening   This rap game, this rap game   I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game   I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game   This rap game, this rap game