Wicket Shit [Snippet]

[Verse 1: Eminem]
When the mic is passed to be it's like blasphemy
You know it has to be something dastardly
That I'm about to kick
When I reroute and pick the mic up
And I strike up you like, yup
You better be because I'm killing MCs
Turning them to swiss cheese
When I bust rhymes like [?]
Motherfuckers can't comprehend
When I [?] stompin' bin
Killing motherfuckers and [?]
Kickin' the funk when I [?] junk
That you like everytime [?]
And I'm kickin' it
When I'm gettin' wicked with the wicked shit
About to be kickin' it
With ridiculous skits when I be
Flippin' them
Takin' mics
And flippin' them
When I come in quick
To grab shit and I
Stab shit
I stab motherfuckers bad
They go back to the lab
It's like a crack to the grab
O4 rag to the crag
It doesn't matter
Because I'm kickin' mad
Data
It don't matter who's phatter
Because if I had gun a
Then I would add a
Hole to your bladder
Kicking the mad fucking shit
And I phatter
Motherfucker's they scatter
In all kinds of ways
When I remind blind