I think Black Flame needs a small hearing aid, he got some lyrics wrong...

[ Eminem he tries to edit all the swearing thats why he says shit like "uck" and "cuff"]

Broke the rubber, busted a nut up in your mother
So how you feel about have another little brother?
Nasty mother ucker' (laughing in background)
Talking like a trucker
Snatch your bitch up out the truck smack her up and uck' her
Always talk shit hot, smoking's all for tots
see y'all can die, just for walking by, giving an awkward eye
Ive lost my mother frigging marbles, smelling like a brewery
Drooling at the way your jewelry sparkles
Head full of charcoals...smoked out brain particles
Burning holes in clothes articles...
A retarded fool since i started school
Burned the weed 'fore i learned to read, disregarded rules
Get the classes to blaze the blunt ashes
Kissing front dashes while smashing up cars like stunt crashes
Hall passes for rest rooms, chewing mushrooms
Doing rush fumes...
In the lunchroom, looking nervous, liquor in my thermos
Hungry hermits who carry guns without permits
Staring at the bitch with firm tits...
Jacking off aiming striaght for my both flips when my sperm spits"

Thats eminem's verse, props to black flame for most of it...

Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions
Strickly gun testing, coke measuring
Giving pleasuring in...the Benzito
Hitting fannies, spending chips at Mannies
Hope you creeps have receipts, my peeps get dirty like clits (He pronounces it "cleats")
Run up in your crib and wrap you in your polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nigga deceased
Muah my you rest in piece...
With my sycamore style, more sicker then yours
Four four in fifth four draws
As my Palette steers, yes my deer...
Shit's offical, only the feds i fear
Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying
The kids, the dog, everybody dying...no lying...
So don't you get suspicious
Im big dangerous, your just a little vicious
As i leave my competition...respirator style
Climbed the ladder to success, escalator style
Hold yall, breath i told yall, death controls yall,big don't fold yall
I spit phrases that will thrill you...
your nobody until somebody kills you (ohhhh!!!)

*Beat switches to Mobb Deep, Hell On Earth*

Uh uh , your rain on the top was short like leprechauns
As i crush so called willies stunts and rap a dons
get in that ass quick fast like Ramadon
It's the rap phenomenon don dud dah????
Fuck papa you got ta' call me Francis M H
White intake lactose, toke iron
Was told in shoot outs, stay low, keep firing
Keep extra clips for extra shit
Who next to flip on that cat who got a grip on rap?
The most shady, Frankie baby ( frankly baby???)
Aint no telling where i maybe
May see me, in DC, at Howard home coming
With my man Capone drummin' fucking something (ha ha in the back grounds)
You should know my steelo'
Went from 10 g's for blow, to 30 G's a show ( G as in grand)
To orgies with hoes i never seen before so...
Jesus!! get off the notorious... penis,
Before i squeeze and bust...
If there's beef between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal shit, make it hot like a kettle get
Your delicate, you better get, who sent ya'
You still pedal shit, ive got more rides then rides then Great Adventure!!! Huh! uh!!!
( ohhh in the back ground)

Once again, props to Flame for most of the verse, i just edited where he got parts wrong that i know...