now iceberg, wha i tell u about imaginin urself on 8mile and u was eminem dats so played, and u kno dat dese fake crowd yells dont need 2 be recorded on a cd and tape, and i should tell ya mom u was cussin

mic check 1 2 1 2 check it

ill spit "metonymy" shit in ur "ear" still ya dumbass still aint "heard of"//
my flows "kill", like holdin "picric toxin" wit "no gloves"//

your rhymes have "no meanin" like "Iceberg is the best!!!"//
your rhymes show "ignorance" like "Helen Keller and Stevie Wonders eye test"// (blind)

ill "slit" ya "throat" wit my "machete" like I was "OJ" and u was "nichole"//
youll end up like dat "Kelley Rowland" song....but wit ur life "stole"// (stole that song she made)

you couldnt land a "hit" if I was a "platinum record" and u was "2 pac"//(he had a lot of platinum records)
but instead of him gettin "popped", youll be the one endin up "gettin shot"//

ur flows are "soft like cotton", am I the one that ur dissin?//
ill "stomp" my "glasses" in "pieces" and make you "contacts" so u can "see" how im spittin//

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Huh china.