[Intro: Rakaa Iriscience]
  Yo.. it's like this man
  Every once in a while when motherfuckers pop off at the lip
  Somebody get brought into this shit
  that don't have nuttin to do with this shit right?
  But none the less
  You wanna start lettin off buckshots, cats gotta retaliate
  Y'all callin out Ev? Well you got him
  
  [Evidence]
  Yo, a blind fag took my kindness for a weakness
  But instead of comin hard threw a weak diss
  Twelve of his friends at first I was speechless
  Is it cause you lack pussy or lack uniqueness?
  It's always your type, itchy and quick to bust off
  Ruin the party, "Soliloquy of Chaos"
  In this verse, jumpin jacks a little warm up
  There'll be no bullshit, there'll be no hit chorus
  Diss my crew? Yo, you won't go far
  The truth is I'm about as much from Detroit as you are
  I'm rackin up points, shit cat I'm scorin
  You ain't a true tiger, liar, you from Warren
  A trailer trash town where daddy stuck it to ya
  That's why you hate your mother cause she never tried to stop it
  Twenty years later you're still out of luck
  I met this chick you took home on tour, but couldn't get it up
  Alert! Alert! You internet geeks
  Eminem is just like you, weak between the sheets
  Dr. Evil, tryin to steal my mojo
  I'll fuck you up, plus look better in photos
  I know what it is, you envy what you hate
  I'm what you used to be, you was me in ninety-eight
  Hungry for props, and ready to rock
  Except your stage show is so weak you always just READY to rot
  Fuck your pace walkin forth at best
  [????], hope you never run out of breath
  It's such a shame your Uncle Ronnie's not listed
  I'm a geek? You jock Fred from Limp Bizkit
  Production time; I heard you're makin beats
  But don't program the drums, don't program the keys
  Don't program the bass, producer? Liar!
  Doin that shit's like hirin a ghostwriter
  You might as well you little fake Chino XL
  You're target practice - strictly blast these empty shells
  {*crowd roar*} It's an upset, you lose the title!
  But first lose the haircut, you're bitin George Michael
  Next topic, time to stick the knife in
  Slaughter your {daughter}, ah fuck it throw your wife in
  I'ma do 'em, do 'em 'til nothin left
  The way I'm murderin you now they probably avenge your death
  You blind bitch, I'm about to rub it in
  Go sell millions of records, you still don't own your publishin
  You ain't hip-hop, you pop; extra popular to little girls,
  kids, and the Trenchcoat Mafia
  So here it comes, a blast from my crew
  You bout to get chopped by a man named Babu
  The funniest part? Let me say this 'fore I'm through
  I haven't even begun to start, I saved the best for part two
  
  {*Babu cuts and scratches these samples*}
  
  "Faggot, no comp rapper on a quest" -> LL Cool J
  "Hi!" -> Eminem, "Bitch shut the fuck up!" -> Eazy-E
  "If you take offense fuck it, got to be that way" -> KRS-One
  "I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn" -> MC Lyte
  "Suckers get eliminated fuckin with Dilated" -> Cypress Hill
  "Nevertheless, I'll say it again" -> Slick Rick(?)
  "BITCH!" -> N.W.A.
  "Soundclash with us, you flirt with disaster" -> Dilated
  
  "Trick or treat..."