Hey Eminem, two till Election Day It's a shitty double tap or so all my friends say. You like to Spit, Sometimes I Spray. Some day we'll settle, but nows time to hear what I Say
The land neath your sneakers? It's the same is mine. I might cruise B'way You might cruise Vine The shit in the bottle tastes like turpentine
But that's nothing at all. To Watch Democracy Fall At the Hands of a Fat Greasy Orange Basketball
You want to give him a bounce I say lets give it a pounce. Let's Beat that Mother Fucker til The Post says, 'Trounced...!'
And once he's gone And we've poured Bleach on his Pawns You feel free to throw some fists at me Til the Break of Dawn.
But not til this this Hitler is Paste Not til 2025's laid to waste Not til each and every one of us Reshapes his Punchable Face!