Eminem:

Yo, speed racer, 97' burgundy Blazer

Wanted for burglary, had to ditch the mercury tracer

I'm on some low ish,

I'm fed up wit the being broke ish

I'm not to joke wit

Bitch, I don't sell crack, I smoke it

My brains dusted; I'm disgusted at all my habits

Too many asprin tablets and empty medicine cabinets

Loosing battles to wack rappers 'cause I'm always too blunted

Walkin' up in the cypher smokin', talkin' like,