GROUNDHOG (EMINEM REMIX)

(Now listen to me. Now listen to me you braindead-listen to me you branded fucking idiot! I want you to deliver a sound argument! Can you do it? Yes or no? )

You braindead idiots ain’t who you claiming to be
I Amway above you because you FAKE in your SCHEMES
My fan-base is the thing that I’m makin believe
You never base it on things when you makin believe
This a triple entendre when I say you making up things
So they see you allegin, but it ain’t what it seems
They thinking Asa must leave
Only way Ace gets exposеd when pulling up
Is cuz I got an ace up my sleeve
But bеing great ain’t a thing
I hope your audience viewing this
I’m bodying you for the few thousandth time in this music biz
Since I was a lil kid
Decided to rhyme due to influence by Shady
Came made a name
I ain’t talking a pseudonym
They always want to know how I am so fluent
With the rhyme pockets
I hop in
And how I pop at anyone who
Wanting to get the drop on me
Truth is
If you want to know how I do what I do with these bars in my music
It’s like what your mamas up to
Cuz the trick is constantly doing it
I’m slow-roasting em
I hold throats
Any foe think it’s Hulk Hogan and Hulk choking em
Any opposing the proponent of prose
Get the impulse to pull posts post postin em
Show no emotion
A cold mofo
Throw blows
I got mo’ fo’
Folks hoping
To flow
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis; bro’s smokin em
When the semi bursts
You feel the burn
Like you stick with Bernie
Your IQ’s single digits
And it dwindles by thirty integers per minute
And it’s permanent
So we can infer you’re a dimwit, surely
Gun is on my side but my pistol cylinder gets to turning
They term me he who’s determined to deter when I get to turning
Them into meat
Them enemies
And him’ll meet
Then I’m immediately murdering
Get bodied when I be pulling what I’m holding
Let me fix the wording
I’ll leave the body of people hole-y
Kinda like it’s the clergy
I’ve been tryna tell ya
I’m a
Silent killer
I don’t think ya
Guys remember
Like dementia
Sings of memo-ry
Loss
Me not writing better
A hypotheti-cal
I can’t enter-tain
Me and flames go right together
Like collegen and Kyle Jenner
Or geno-cide and Hitler
Einstein and Mensa
White pride and Spencer
I’m admired lately
I’m in my own lane
And I’m a mile ahead
You in denial?
My oh my
Am I elated to annihilate em
Bring an alliance
And I’ll aim a nine
And now you lay up
Late at night
I’m on your mind
Not in Mile High
So how am I a lay up?
Pay up
Leaving em with empty pockets when the semi-Glock cocked
You can bet he profit
I went a hell and got offered a bargain by the devil
He said he’ll swap me the severed head of ToM MacDonald
For my soul but I said I’m not
Gon let him barter less he offers a better offering
I’ve already got his head
I cleavered it off
And then I caught a felony charge for chopping up NLE Choppa
Not an Eminem song; better get doctors
Saw him?
Never
Get ya pair of binoculars
Slaughter
Gettin em harmed
Guttin em
Homi-cidin
Everyone
Eminem, Logic
Deadly as Eminem and Logic
Or when them MM lodged in em
Immense launchers end them
Them men laudin him and women
Long for him in them
Him? Lot of winnin
And them? Losses
Even if in-laws
We wouldn’t be close or close-knit
You closer to clothes knit from cotton
Him? Linen
Different cloth
Yeat coming out nowhere and dissing hip-hop
Knock this shit off
It’s not
Hip at all
At least the DJ Mustard rappers had the wherewithal
Not to think we’re with all that shit talk
At least Tyga and Chris were loyal to the game
But now it wanes a lil
What that kid ink show me he can make a hit song
But it ain’t showing promise
Kid Ink, Show Me, Promise
Tyga, Chris, Lil Wayne, Loyal
Those were all hit songs
So next time you think I’m saying nothing
Better learn to get bars
Or bet he’ll earn it when he gets barred
From the game
My metal alerts
Men they’ll learn
Their Lesson in lieu
Of a professor or lecturer
So they get smart
From the way you are moving
I can infer you’re a bitch dog
I just put two and two together; Taylor Swift song
I ground hogs into dust
I just dissed Tom MacDonald
Until he responds…
Asa