Letra de ' Eat It ' de Eminem

Sixxteen years old and completely unstoppable
Can't be dropped so I'm considered undroppable
Step my way and you must be insane
Don't come near me if you don't like pain
Suckers keep talkin' and I just about had it
This is my game and I'm the best at it
I write the rules and I'm the best in my division

I win by a knockout, never decision
Don't even try it punk, just forget your wish
Unless you like to eat fish and don't fuck with this
Silly suckers talkin' trash is one thing I can't stand
You wanna talk trash, go be a garbage man
'Cause I'll treat you like garbage, throw your ass away
So you better start breaking out before you get taken out
My rhymes are like food because you always need it
But, yo, you wanna bite it punk? I'll make you eat it

Any emcee that wanna be like me
Stop wishing then come back to reality
You don't have what it takes, too many mistakes
I'm sorry to tell you but those are the breaks
With the brains of a scientist and the rhymes of a poet
Don't tell me that I'm good because I already know it
Never has there been someone with this much potential
Always pack a mic because it's simply essential
Using the microphone as a murderous weapon
Put it to my mouth and all the suckers are steppin'

Don't try to play me out, because I'm not a game
Now that I'm on the scene, things are gonna change
Don't ask me to battle if we have, well you'll lose it
Don't pick up a mic, you don't know how to use it
The mic is not a toy, and I'm not a little boy
If you're thinkin' 'bout laughin', remember I'm the one employed
This is not a band and we're not a bunch of singers
It's MC Double M and DJ Butter Fingers
Now because of his name, that don't mean he slips
Two is called a duo and this song is called a hit

Now just because I'm good that don't mean I'm conceited
If that's impression you got, I'm sorry you were misleaded
Whenever there's a battle, naturally I win it
It don't take but a minute 'til the sucker falls in it
All it takes is once for you to step to me and
Now you better pick what hospital you're gonna be in

But that's not the point, what the point I'm tryna make is
You talk behind my back and that's where your mistake is
But this song is not about you, ain't what I'm tryna say
Talkin' 'bout myself is a better subject anyway
But now it's time to say peace, we stated the facts
Double M, Butter Fingers, the New Jacks

What?
Bro just fuckin' talk it up, jus—
Okay!
Motherfuckin' bitch
Here you go
I, I, I, I, I
Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-di-da-da
Is the beat goin'?