Homeless man:
Sir, May I have your money please?
(Yeah, you can)
Sir, Sir May I have your money please?
(Okay?)
I am kind of broke now
(Yeah?)
You have some coke now?
(No man)
This not a joke, ciao
(What?)
Oh did I just choke, how?
(How man?)
News announcer:
Breaking News: Homeless man choked a 43-year old man to death
(Who?)
The real question is: Who is this man?
(Yeah who?)
Interviewer:
Sir, Sir, People say you are the slim shady in real life!
What do you think about that?
(What I think?)
Homeless man:
Oh thats funny as hеll man, hah hah
Nah, i’m no kinda of alter ego of a rapper namеd after a candy
(Candy)
What is his name again Lil’ Skittle?
(Ah, I like skittles)
Interviewer:
No Eminem, sir! You better not search beef with the G.O.A.T
(Which G.O.A.T?)
Homeless man:
You will see about that, hah Lil’ Skittle
Interviewer *thought*
Doesn’t he mean Eminem instead of Lil’ Skittle?
Eminem / Lil’ Skittle:
So, some kind of guy without a house is dissing me?
(Ouh)
Co-worker of Eminem:
Yea Mr. Mathers, we can’t believe it too
Eminem / Lil’ Skittle:
Aight on my way to destroy this whole mans career
So your broke huh?
(Yea)
And want coke huh?
(Yea Yea)
You smoke the beef huh?
(Uhuuh)
So you callin’ me skittle?
And think I’m little?
You know who you talkin to?
I’m roasting you
Like on an barbecue
(Barbecue?)
Your rap age is twenty-two
Rap is no overdo
Book your flight
To timbuktu
I am like your shampoo
(Shampoo)
Prick in your eyes
My dick as big, as your lies
Girl be thick, said: good size!
(Good)
I said nice, to your chick
My Guys, give her a lick
(*Lick*)
Wet pussy smell, like a fishstick
(Yah)
That pussy sour, like citron
(Citron)
This pussy belong?
In the kitchen
(Kitchen)
On my cock, she has ever bitten
Like a kitten, fast as a jaguar
Are my bars written
(Written)
She talkin’ weird, gotta be britain
(Britain?)
It's getting cold, wearin’ mittin
(Mittin?)
Ain’t fuckin’ her, don’t want to prison
(Prison?)
She ain’t my enemy, she a villain
(Villain?)
Too much food, like a chicken
(Chicken?)
Anonymous, I’m hidden
My cock, ain’t fittin’
(Nah)
She on a chair, she be sittin’
(Sitting?)
On this beat, I be spittin’
(Spit)
Raging, I ain’t quitin’
(Quitt)
She actin like, she a victim
This my flow, this my rhythm
(Mine)
Fake boys, gotta get a rid of em
(Yeah man get a rid of ‘em)
Interviewer:
So did you like the song, Sir?
Homeless man:
Nah man, it was made of garbage
Eminem:
Oh you think so, at least I’m not starving
(Ooh)
Homeless man:
Fuck you ugly ass rapper
(Ay, ay, ay)
Shut yo bitch ass up
(Ay, ay Fuck you Bitch ass)
News announcer
This was our breaking newsreport, cause of a diss battle between Eminem and the guy without a house