Chords for Everlast - Whitey’s Revenge (Eminem Diss) [Lyrics]

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[G] _ [Am] _ _ _ [G] _ [A] _ I'm supposed to [G] be scared [A] now, right?
_ [G] Yo, [A] I'd like to dedicate this record right here [G] to Mr.
[Am] Marshall Mathers' mother.
_ [G] [A] Yeah, here's one from your [G] moms.
[Am] Here come the mighty, one [G] they call [A] Whitey.
All you sons of [G] Whitey are all dick [Am] writers.
So won't that bitch Slim Shady [G] please act [B] up?
Get smacked [Em] up, get your eyes blacked [A] up.
With your candy ass name, you're a [G] candy ass [A] rapper.
I'll smack you up, shut you [G] off like the [Am] clapper.
Whoever said you was raw, [G] son, they lied.
[A] I know that shit I spit on dilated, hurt [G] your [Am] pride.
Screaming on the record how you [G] wish I [A] died.
But you don't want to see me on this [G] physical side.
[Am] You just a big, tough guy, trying [G] to act [A] hard.
But won't walk a lobby without [G] your [A] bodyguard.
You ain't pulling my card.
You ain't [G] riding a train.
[A] Back in the day, kids like you got robbed [G] for they chain.
[A] Step, turn me like a man with the [G] hands get slain.
[A] Matter of fact, when you see me, bitch, give [G] me some [A] brain.
Yo, it's like that.
We can fight, [G] Jack.
[A] Let's put the mics down.
You'll catch a [G] beat down.
[A] I get love in New York, got fam [G] in LA.
[A] And I heard you might be the MC [G] that's gay.
[A] With your [Am] platinum blunt seezer, you look [G] like a hoe.
[A] Like Eminem's stand for Marilyn [G] Monroe.
[A] Talking about [Am] killing sprees, you ain't like [G] that, yo.
[A] Making lots of enemies, but that's all [G] for show.
[A] You punk [Am] ecstasy junkie, you [G] waste the skills.
[A] Stop riding my L's, stay high [G] on pills.
[A] Boy, I hope [Am] you owe me.
Don't be playing [G] with me.
[A] Little bitch, need to watch what you're [G] saying to me.
[A] Talking shit [Am] for shock value, boy, you [A] ain't real.
[A] Turned hard to date Ray, gave you a [G] record deal.
[Am] You went and sold your soul for some [G] mass appeal.
[A] Serving up that hors d'oeuvre, kid, now eat [G] this meal.
[Am] Instead of worrying about who you should [G] be kissing,
[A] need to worry about who your [G] wifey been kissing.
[A] Or if you [Am] go to prison, why you doing [G] your bed?
[A] I'll look in on your lady and do things [G] for your kid.
[Am] Make her write you lots of letters about the things [G] that we did.
[A] Send you pictures of me chilling all up in [G] your crib.
[A] And that shit [Am] about Swantec, that was [G] a fib.
[A] First time you met me, I showed you love [G] in D.C.
But [Am] you was scared like a pussy with your eyes [G] on the floor.
[A] While your crew [B] showed me love outside the [G] front door.
[Am] Talking about, yo, what's up, ain't you white [G] E4?
I [A] love that song, [E] What It's Like, and Jam, praise [G] the Lord.
[A] I don't do this [Am] for the money, yo, I do it for [G] fun.
[A] You might hang around some gangsters, but you [G] ain't one.
[A] And you won't be [Am] slapping me with no empty [G] gun.
[A] Talking about a fag, but you the one [G] in drag.
[Am] You can't keep your woman from going [G] astray.
[A] Better run and check your kid for your [G] DNA.
[Am] I take care of my moms, you get sued [G] by yours.
[A] With your corny metaphors about drugs and [G] crack ores.
[A] You're a sucker.
[Am] _ [G] Word up, [A] real.
You wanna [G] talk some shit money, I'll [Am] come talk you with the hands, B.
[G] [A] I ain't wasting no more time with you, man, [G] fuck it.
Shit, [A] that's it.
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