[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 kids 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 we 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 
Cuz you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac 
[Eminem] 
I'ma get snuffed, cuz I ain't said enough to pipe down 
I pipe down, when the White House is wiped out 
When I see that little Cheney dyke get sniped out 
Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight now {*gunshot*} (AHH!) 
Now put that in ya little pipe and bite down 
Think for a minute cuz the hype just died down 
That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now 
And flip whatever ain't tied down up-side down 
I'm all for America, fuck the government 
Tell that C. DeLores Tucker slut to suck a dick 
Motherfuck a duck, 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, a Sensai 
Shit just don't change to this day 
I'm this way, still tell that utslay itchsbay 
Ucksay my ickday, 'scuse my igpay, atinlay 
But uckfay a igpay 
[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 
[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 
I'm pickin' a 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 lived to this wise, 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 mean you not buy an album when they said 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 Day and Jerome (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, I 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 to 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, 'fore you see my pistol in 3D 
No time to call a peace treaty 
Dial 911 cuz 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, we street niggas twistin' the words 
We finally could "Say Goodbye to Hollywood" 
Cuz Proof and Shyne man shit nothin' in common 
But ask this band with gasoline chan 
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 ya jaw on the ground with the form 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