low effort, the pitch of the beat is all messed up there are probably better means of time stretching it

Yeah, yo I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts And see where this takes me 'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right now Yeah, let me explain just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake I'm 'bout To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows If I press the issue just to get the anger out (brrr) Full magazine could take Staples out Savage, but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account But bitch I'm off the chain like Kala Brown Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', lil' bitch I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin' My talent? Oh, bitch, I don't know who the fuck y'all are To give a sub-par bar, even have an opinion or view You mention me, millions of views, attention in news I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you Billions of views, your ten cents are two Skim through the music to give shit reviews To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse Don't get misconstrued, business as us' Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get what the fuck half the shit is that you're listening to Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow Everyone copies though? Probably no Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi yo, adios I can see why people like Lil' Yachty, but not me though Not even dissin', it just ain't for me All I am simply is just an emcee Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean Maybe I need to stir up shit Preferably shake the world up if it were up to me Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill I should eat a pill, probably I will Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to death I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, but spelled) Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick with an ice pick Stick it in a vice grip, hang it on a spike fence Bang it with a pipe wrench While I take my ball sack and flick it like a light switch Like Vice President Mike Pence Back up on my shit in a Sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic Since nine-tenths of your rhyme is about ice and Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!) You won't ever see Em icy, but as cold as I get on the M-I-C I polarize shit so the Thames might freeze And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it Bitch I got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah) Turn down for what? I ain't loud enough Nah, turn the Valium up! 'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut Now when it doesn't matter what caliber I spit at I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks You'll just turn around and just be like, "Man, how the fuck Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks And now he wants to take it out on us?" (Ooouuu) But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooouuu) I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking industry Especially an effing Recovery clone of me (NFing) So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy 'Zae Lil' Pump, Lil' Xan imitate Lil' Wayne I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name I'm fed up with being humble And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you heard rumblings I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach I heard your mumblin' but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo The era that I'm from will pummel you That's what it's comin' to What the fuck are you gonna do when you run into? I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two And dump on you if you ain't Joyner If you ain't Kendrick or Cole or Sean then you're a goner I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald's But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival But y'all are acting like I tried to serve you up a slider Maybe the vocals should have been auto-tuned And you would have bought it But sayin' I no longer got it 'Cause you missed the line and never caught it 'Cause it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it 'Cause you're mentally retarded but pretend to be the smartest With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be regardless What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic With a bottle full of malt liquor But I couldn't bottle this shit any longer The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom If I don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet I don't see why y'all even started with me I get in beefs, my enemies die I don't ceasefire 'til at least all are deceased I'm eastside, never be caught slippin' Now you see why I don't sleep Not even a wink, I don't blink I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze "Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage The Thing ain't even orange, oh my God, that's a reach!" Shout to all my colorblind people, each and every one of y'all If you call a fire engine green, aquamarine Or you think water is pink "Dawg, that's a date, " "Looks like an olive to me" "Look, there's an apple!" "No it's not, it's a peach!" So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King, Gucci Gang, dookie, dang Charlamagne gonna hate anyway Doesn't matter what I say Give me Donkey of the Day What a way for 2018 to get underway But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch (yeah) Invite 'em in like a One A Day I'm not done (preach) 'Cause I feel like the beast of burden That line in the sand, was it even worth it? 'Cause the way I see people turnin' Is makin' it seem worthless It's startin' to defeat the purpose I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds And I was just trying to do the right thing, but word Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict Or still yet to be determined? 'Cause I'm determined to be me, critique the worship But if I could go back I'd at least reword it And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent Sold the dream to that he's deserted But I think it's workin' These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous And he's too scurred to answer me with words 'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered But I know at least he's heard it 'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service To meet in person to see if I really think of hurtin' him Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists I said, "Only when it comes to ink and lyricists" But my beef is more media journalists (Hold up, hold up, hold up) I said, my beef is more meaty, a journalist Can get a mouthful of flesh And yes, I mean eating a penis 'Cause they been pannin' my album to death So I been givin' the media fingers Don't wanna turn this to a counselling sesh But they been puttin' me through the ringer So I ain't ironin' shit out with the press But I just took this beat to the cleaners

I've tried rapping along an lose my breath but God dammit this song is so moist

1.25x feels better

Thank you for this much better than the original

Can you make an in your head sped version

Eminem should have released this version lol

I LIKE THIS BETTER 👌

Rihanna just hit me on a text Last night I left hickeys on her neck Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack Realized I forgot to call you back Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun? The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo" So before you die let's see who can out-petty who With your corny lines (Slim you're old) Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you By 29 I had three albums that had blew Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food But you're a fuckin' mole hill, now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo! Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still Are you eating cereal, or oatmeal? What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios? 'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material Dictionary Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02 To burn it in front of you, ho Younger me? No, you the whack me It's funny, but so true I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you 'Til I'm hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a 10 year old's rage Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow Kelly, they'll be putting your name Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailey in vain Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah) My biggest flops are your greatest hits The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?) Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this It's your moment, this is it As big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it Had to give you a career to destroy it Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three Foot 11, you'd look up to me, and for the record You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second Lick a ballsack to get on my channel Give your life to be as solidified This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo? Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper How the fuck can him and I battle? He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel I'll give him my sandals 'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow Exhausting, letting off on my offspring Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey Your red sweater, your black leather You dress better, I rap better That a death threat or a love letter? Little white toothpick Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick Thanks for dissing me Now I had an excuse on the mic to write, "Not Alike" But really, I don't care who's in the right But you're losin' the fight you picked Who else want it, Kells? Attempt fails, Budden, L's Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah I'm sick of you bein' whack And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune, so let's talk about it (let's talk about it) I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it) I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) Don't mean you are, and you're not about it So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it

This sounds like shit... who are the drones saying this shit sounds better sped up...

Ähh why faster. .there is verse you dont even understand in normal

How did em miss that

It’s much better a little faster for sure

this was not i expected it is just not that fast

This is stupid and a waste of a video 😂 you literally just recorded a sped up version of the original song. Anyone could just speed it up themselves....

Why do I feel like this is really the original speed?

king

The six people who disliked this are the people that can't rap it at that speed

I can easily can keep up with this

I can practice rapping!!!

ma brain work a little faster after listening to this song

Eazyyyyyyy

I don't think that 1.25x the speed cause you can just speed it up manually with KZbin itself and it's not close to this speed at all js

I raped that whole song so tired

Uh that one dislike for sure is from Eminem manager

Woo!!!!!!! amazing. Sounds better than I imagined very much appreciated I played this like 5 times already. sounds good when he goes booty tang chicken wang. Flows well when going fast

I’ll do it on my KZbin

Any suggestions let me know!

Easy

Easy I can rap faster

I can rap this easy

did it easyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

nice bro:>

I fell asleep watching the stream I woke up by this sound.. Holy shit you made me jump

LMFAOOOOOOOOO