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Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must foreverhide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye! I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes’ favours! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door Whoopin her ass worse then before
whoopin' her ass worse than before They first were divorced, throwin' her over furniture (Agh!) It's the return of the "Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?" And Dr. Dre said… nothing, you idiots! Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha!) Feminist women love Eminem "Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what Flippin' the you-know-who," "Yeah, but he's so cute though." Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose But no worse than what's goin' on in your parents' bedrooms Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose "My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips" And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss And that's the message that we deliver to little kids And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is By the time they hit fourth grade They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they? We ain't nothin' but mammals—well, some of us, cannibals Who cut other people open like cantaloupes But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote Women, wave your pantyhose
Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, — Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
charge thee, fling away ambition; By that sin fell the angels.
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading: Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not; But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer, And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely.
Orpheus, with his lute, made trees,
And the mountain-tops that freeze,
Time to make Slim Shady beg on his knees
Thy Slim Shady Thy Real Shady Isn'th comparable uponst a glimmer like Hamlet with the Amulet Slims Panicking with a Spankulet ranked uponst a Spanked Wankulet Thy hoes desireth coitus true but your wayward convulsions absolveth in Solvent preposition arrogant in Premonition when male on male Malarky only Slim searchith for boys bow low to Slims horse dick.
Who has the better Disses?