Paroles de 8 mile chapter 7 parking lot battle: b rabbit

You're style is generic,
Mine's authentic made.
I roll like a renegade,
You need clinic aid.
My technique is bazzare and ill,
I scar and kill,
You were a star until i served you like a bar and grille.
'cause i proceed to grill ya,
Thats all it took to kill ya,
You better recognize me like i look familiar.
You wanna battle?
You'll beat around the bush,
Like you're scared to lick pussy so you eat around the tush.
I need someone to push, someone i can bully,
Wait a minute, i don't think you understand fully.
Ya see, me without a style is like mustard without the heinz,
I lead the new school, you're a busta without the rhymes,
I'll bust the shit out your lines.