Bizzare:
Echo
Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
Psyche!

Eminem:
If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show love
Or would it matter
Can never be the lead-off batter of things

 [bad word] for me to feed off
I'm see-saw battlin
But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake
There's too much on my plate

And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
And not say what I got to say
What the [bad word] you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack?
Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back

I get up 'for i get [bad word] myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack [bad word] out
I'm tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark
Ain't gonna do nothin but [bad word] me off

Lid to the can of whoop [bad word]  just twist me off
See me leap out, pull the piece out, f*ck shootin i'm just trying to knock his teeth out
 [bad word] with me now, [bad word]  let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, [bad word] if you're really feeling froggish, leap

Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that
Man I hate this [bad word]  this ain't rap
This is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops

Swift:
There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you woulda tried
The only way I'm leavin this [bad word] is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with hennesy

Got [bad word] then I finished he
I'm every [bad word] #39;s favorite arch-enemy
Physically [bad word] to be the most dangerous [bad word] with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently

I'm not what you think
I appear to be f*cked up
Mentally endangered
I can't stay away from a razor

I just want my face in a paper
I wish a [bad word] had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
I murder you
Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bi*tch, I'm surgical
I'l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large
When the music stops

Kon Artist:
I was happy having a deal at first
Thought money would make me happy but
It only made my pain worst

It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg
When u ain't got nothing left but ur word and ur balls
N ur stress full of cause
Of ur new friends they beggin with their hands out

Checking for ur record when its selling
When it aint, that's the end, no laughs
No friends no girl
Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then

Screech [bad word] #33; Crash
U slam into the wall and u fall
Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm
About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would 
Even call when the music stops

Kuniva:
Let's see how many of your men loyal
When i pull up looking for you
With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil

I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explode
With red stuff i'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
Niggars, if i was u niggas, [bad word] while given the chance

Understand i can enchance the spirit of man
Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really
Hurts me, u ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark

Hug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life, f*ck the tour and the mic
I'll rather [bad word] a [bad word] with a knife, deliver that [bad word] the coroner's like
You high hype poppin' sh*t in broad day light ni*ga ur a gonna at night
When The Music Stops

Proof:
Instigators, pits in cages
Let loose and bit the neighbours
wrist to razors
Ya'll don't want war, you want talk

In the dark my dogs all bark like woof
Proof ni*ga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof
Caved in like reindeer hoofs
Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose

The more ya'll breach, the more I moves
This [bad word] street, this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels 
Or make the news betcha all ya'll move
When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop

Bizzare:
Music's changed my life in so many ways
Brains confused and f*cked since the 5th grade
LL told me to rock the bells
NWA said f*ck the police

Now i'm in jail
93 was strictly RNB
 [bad word] up hair cut
Listen to Jodeci

Michael Jackson, who go tell me i'm Mike
 [bad word] cheeks painted white
F*cking Presilla at night
Flying down sunset smoking crack

Transvestite in the front
Eddi Murphy in the back
MOP had me grindy and griddy
Marilyn Manson, i dyed my hair blue

And grew some [bad word] 
Ludacris told me to throw them bowls
Now i'm in the hospital

Broken nose and a fractured elbow
Voices in my head, i'm going in shock
I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops
Bang