EMINEM - THE SAUCE SONG WITH LYRICS

Its all bad now man, its all bad, But yal done fucked up now
Yeah ha ha! new shit, hey yo! I just want the whole world to know
That I did not start this but I will finish it

Comin' up it never mattered what color you was?
If you could spit then you could spit, thats it, thats what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was straight back packin'
Cypherin, fightin' for life in this rap for the mic to get past and you psyched and you gasped
and you hyped cuz you last and you might whoop some ass, If you lost then you lost shake hands like a man and you swallowed it, when the unsigned hype column at The Source was like, the only source of light
When the mics used to mean somethin' a four was like you were the shit, now its like the least you get
three and a half now just means you a piece of shit, four and a half or five, means you Biggie, Jigga, Nas,
or Benzino I dont think you even realize you playin' with motherfuckers lives, I done watched Dre
get fucked on The Chronic, probably cuz I was on it, Now you fucked me outa my mics twice I let it slide
I said I wouldnt hold my fucken breath to get a five, Shit I was right, Ida fuckin' died already tryin'
I swear to god, I never lie I bet thats why you let that bitch give me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit we knew, You'd probly try to fuck us with Obie and 50 too
Fuck a relationship we through, No more Source with street cred, them days is dead
Dre's got A-Ks to Dave May's head every issue there's an eight page Made-Mens spread
Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head, that I am not afraid, hes just a fuckin' waste of lead
on my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple, So listen closely, as I break it down and proceed
This old Gs bout to get smoked like rolled weed, You dont know me or my motherfuckin' mother you motherfuckin' punk

Put me on your fuckin cover just to sell your little sell out mag
I aint mad I feel bad, heres an ad, heres a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some shit that you dont know about? ya! lets talk about how your puttin you own son out there

To try to eat off him, cuz you missed your boat, your never gonna blow bitch your just too old
No wonder your sore now lordy your bored now, I'm pushin thirty your kickin fourty's door down
Bitch this is war now, and youl never beat me all you do is cheat me out of QUATABLES but you know
that youl always see me on your TV, Cuz you gotta stay up till three in the mornin
To see your video played once on bet, So he-he-he who has the last laugh?
Aftermath ya so on behalf on our whole staff, kiss our ass-hole cracks we'll never fold or hold back
Just know that Benzinos wack no matter how many times I say his name, hell never blow jack
Your better off tryin to bring R-S-O back, look at your track record thats how far it goes back
Its extortion n Ray own's a proportion, so half of the staff up there is fresh outta jail from boston
Bullyin and bossin, Dave like a slave they've completely brainwashed him
And forced him to stay locked in his own office afraid of the softest
fakest, wannabe gangster in New York and its pitiful, cuz I would have never said shit to you if you'd have kept your mouth shut

Bitch now what? Hit it Clue, spit it Slay new shit, exclusive, yo Lantern, Whoo Kid
You know what to do with this: use it, Im through, this is stupid, I cant believe I stooped to this
bullshit to do this ~ ~ ~ and who you callin' a bitch? Bitch. You owe me.