Load ’Em Up [Eminem Diss #4] lyrics

[Intro: Mike]
Yeah
I know these muhf*ckers don’t want war, man
Ha ha
n*ggas want f*ckin' war?
Zino we got'chu n*gga
Stax, let’s do this, baby
(Lights out) Yeah
([?] [?] n*gga) Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Mike]
Hammers on c*ck, hit the lab up when you rock
Like Eminem get crushed on records (Crushed), stabbed up or shot
Don’t even think about Zino (Don't even think about it dog), 'cause caskets drop
And them D12 n*ggas them n*ggas (Them n*ggas is wack, n*gga) get dropped too
n*gga it's hac chu soon as we spot you
Corn ball ass n*gga, ain't suppose to be reppin' (He ain't 'pose to be reppin')
He’s a PC n*gga he needs witness protection (Where that n*gga protеction, man?)
And when it comes to thesе lines you won’t see me barely
See how quick he call feds when we kidnap Hailie (Lil b*tch)
Ransom style, Shady you ain’t built like that (You ain't built like that)
Where I’m from, sh*t you pop a get you killet like that (Take that)
Spittin' on wax, the game be converted from crack
Like it’s all good, n*gga runnin’ 'round like he straight hood (n*gga ain't no thug)
Playa think he fire we gon’ hose him down
Throw some rounds, see if D12 holds him down (They can't hold him down, them n*ggas is trash too, man)
[Chorus: Mike & Stax]
It’s time to mash n*gga, get your guns lock, load 'em up
c*ck 'em back, get 'em on the scope, blow 'em up
What set you claim? Let me see that dog
This ain’t rap no more, I'ma clap that boy

[Verse 2: Stax]
You ain’t built to be no, Ray Benzino
First of all your gun ain’t loaded and you rollin’ wit D12, n*gga
Fight music? How bout some lose ya (Kill music, man) life music
Know the sound of pipe [?] (This ain't rap), when the shots go through it
You ain’t stupid, don’t play wit me dog (You don't wanna play with me)
Got acid bullets, make Hailie dissolve (Bye bye)
It's bigger than rap
And I ain’t here to battle (f*ck battling)
Security lax, get close enough I'ma stab you
I don’t think Dre the doctor to stitch you back
And don't two-way Dave Mays or call off the attack
We ain’t tailors, we ain’t gon' cut no slack (You ain't gettin' no slack)
You'll need a crowbar, dog, to get me off yo back
We off in the lack, Kim blowin' my sack
Head game is wack, but it’s the principle, dog
Take your best shot homie, the name’s Stax, homie
I kill n*ggas for real, I ain’t known for rap homie (b*tch)

[Chorus: Mike & Stax]
It’s time to mash n*gga, get your guns lock, load 'em up
c*ck 'em back, get 'em on the scope, blow 'em up
What set you claim? Let me see that dawg
This ain’t rap no more, I'ma clap that boy
[Verse 3: Stax & Mike]
We got a score to settle, and there's metal to bang
You ain’t gotta eat paint chips to get lead in your brain
So open The Source, read Slim Shady’s been slain
Caught up in lead rain, he wasn’t built for the game
Now we could thug it on the street or in the club wit bottles
Got bullets in my clip the size of Dro bottles
Shady get slimmed up when them hollow tips hit 'em up
Go at your whole record label, we strip 'em and split 'em up
It’s nothin’ to kill 'em up, is y’all villains or b*tch?
Come to your trailer park dawg, roll your house off a cliff
So come out your lip, show you what I’m bout with the fifth
Lay up on a hot strip with a couch full of bricks

[Chorus: Mike & Stax]
It’s time to mash n*gga, get your guns lock, load 'em up
c*ck 'em back, get 'em on the scope, blow 'em up
What set you claim? Let me see that dawg
This ain’t rap no more, I'ma clap that boy