Air Strike (Pop Killer)

Eminem sample from Tim Westwood interview]
 "If you're an MC and you mention my name in the wrong way
 You draw first blood, I'm gonna come at you"
 War Lab, call us haters all you want
 Fuck it call me a hater, full blown instigator
 Leavin niggas on intubators breathin like Darth Vader
 I hate people that pack guns but they don't bust 'em
 Or bitches that come back to my room but they ain't fuckin
 Pistol clutching, the Dozen, you heard it don't get is misconstrued
 Whatever we do'll hit the news once we get the tools
 You're an emcee and you mention my name
 In the wrong way, and you draw first blood, I'm comin
 You pushed D-12 to the side to sign Voltron 5
 If Proof was alive he'd be dyin' inside
 You ain't no hip-hop messiah, you a bitch, 'cuz you dissed Mariah
 Shit like that supposed to be private
 I'mma fry you on behalf on Mariah and Michael
 Put you back on them drugs, make you suicidal
 You can't shut the record down, nigga it's vival
 When you use the word 'nigga', just remember your idols
 I got a question, I'm white, can I join D12?
 I'll sell you four million records then I'll tell you go to hell
 Leave Swifty in charge, then remove all the stars
 And make the group wish Bizarre shot pool in a bar
 An assault lawyer stop the beat, suing us all
 I really do hope you know who get involved
 Cause I'm a fan and I'll get you for a Nick Cannon dissin
 And you already know how fuckin sick Canibus is
 I hate a bitch-ass nigga just as much as I hate fags
 I love goin to war but I hate when they raise the flag
 These niggas hittin the streets spittin venom on me
 Then start renegin the beef, I hate peace treaties
 Forever yo' enemy I increase beef as Amityville's finest
 Cause I don't believe in stoppin violence
 I'm a tyrant that'll snatch my respect and scram
 I use a uzi cause I hate a Tec when it jams
 I hate when dudes treat this like life a movie
 Usin rap as his excuse to do shit and they only move ki's in the booth
 I piss on niggas hands, whoever's grown, patches and tombstones
 I hate 'em ass when I break into a home
 I'm barefaced, I clap your cat, ramsack it
 That's what I'm wearin black and I hate goin out the back
 So call me a hater, walkin detonator, I ain't afraid
 To stick this blade into your fade in front of spectators
 You're an emcee, big small it doesn't matter
 No matter how big I get, I just want people to know
 You the devil in a red dress on MTV
 You sign more black people than a basketball team
 What you trying to say subconsciously? You can't rock the beat like me
 Consciously you know I rock you to sleep
 Slim Shady you a coward 'cuz you scared to rap with me
 The only black man you respect is 50
 And the greatest of all time was dead right
 You dead wrong, you shouldn't have even be on that song
 He fell off so hard this faggot broke his accent
 I'm flippin through the channels seein Bruno get his ass sniffed
 And I'm disgusted man, what the fuck is wrong with you?
 Why'd you date Mariah? Mariah's not a fuckin dude
 You never even saw her nude and you busted two
 Must have been thinkin 'bout your stepdad touchin you
 But that ain't nothin new, I asked your ugly crew
 They verified it, so bitch quit lyin
 I remember the first time we met, I ain't even liked you
 Walkin' around my vido set like you was in high school
 It must excite you seeing black people being tribal
 That's why Dr. Dre signed you
 I bet you right now you got a big rotten Rosenberg beside you
 Trying to be just like your father, inside you
 Your Stan android fanboys need to kill that noise
 I know what you thinking... kill that boy
 We leavin Elvis funny money makin pelvis shattered
 Let's see you square dance now, let's see you hold your bladder
 Let's see you fire back Em where's the fire at it?
 Suicide hotline time, go dial that
 Put on that "8 Mile" hat and write a vile track
 Get at some people that can actually diss you back
 No more target practice on retarded actors
 And pop stars, Marshall you're not hard
 Whatever happens to me in this game
 I've always got my ear to the street
 Rengade Schemenegade, you pink like lemonade
 I've been better than you before Genesis was made
 You ain't better than Black Thought, you ain't better than Mos Def
 You ain't better than Canibus, Professor Griff Hotep
 So renegade Schemenegade, you pink like lemonade
 I penetrate through Hailey's Comet with metal blades
 Yeah! You and I both know why I'm saying this
 I hope Whoo Kid get fired for playing this
 Get off, Nikolai Volkoff, mazeltov
 Ready to show off, fo'-fo'll blow your do' off
 Blowin off steam, goin off the beam
 Let the 9 sing, bitch this ain't a dream
 Bitch I'm the king, color me bad
 Skinny jeans, what happened to the sag? You makin me mad
 Y'all a bunch of JJ Fags, now who the fuck is bad?
 Motherfucker I'm bad!
 Call me a hater
 D12 didn't diss Eminem on/with this track.
 Canibus tricked them into doing these verses and used them for this record so it would sound it was aimed at Eminem.