เนื้อเพลง Wut Kolore Izz Sole - Eminem

(Rare snippet from an unreleased song by Soul Intent in '92, this is Eminem's verse)

(Chorus)
Close ya eyes and try to guess my pig(ment)
Close ya eyes and try to guess my pig(ment)
Close ya eyes and try to guess my pig(ment)
Now open 'em up, even the best shocked

(Eminem)
Sick when hurry idiots batta-battle the skinny-skinniest little rapper to neva battle,piddle, or paddle the prettiest
Dumb f*ck, lookin' for the hats off for the numba, jackin' jeans keep your hangin' nuts tucked
And I'm about to take my look up it, up in a book
Plus i'm almost on the top of the booty pull that coppin' a district sh*t
See you're just barkin up tha wrong tree cuzz i got diarrhea myamia, I'a be a f*ckin Honkey
So bad on the mic gotta make ya titterid kid retell what tha f*ck i'm saying
N*ggas talk, but neva the type babbadababa they think they sh*ts so poppa hipty
I'd imagine if I were to put up a zipper to the mic i'd be able to do a lip-sync
Because I rap in this muthaf*cker there's gotta be a certain rhyme this microphone stick, what the f*ck i'll hoist it around inside my home
And the dj better stick up like a rocket
Cuzz he could scratch up a pooltable with 27 pockets
B*ttafingaz scratches like a girly fight
But if i call up Manix, open up the pearly whites
But i'm h*rdcore like bustin' at the mayor
Gettin' kids like i was boxin' up a sale
I wouldn't s*ck on the mic if it was shaped like a nipple
I done made lots'a money so i'm good if i make like a nickle
But i'm out cold like a salt wound
So I got nuts so fat, it'll keep my toes warm(hit me!)