Marshall Mathers (Eminem)
 As of this freestyle in 2001, Eminem was still riding the wave of his third studio album, The Marshall Mathers LP, released the year prior.
A polarizing figure of the era, Eminem shows an unusual level of restraint in his lyrics in this first verse, possibly out of respect for Tim Westwood's restrictions being on the BBC.
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[Verse 1: Eminem]
C'mon, y’all, look: the six of us.
Y'all, right now, we're in the midst of us,
In the mix with us.
With Tim Westwood,
Y’all can't step to us.
Y'all just should
Shut your damn mouth. I cannot cuss so "damn"
Is the worst word that I can say outta my mouth.
So when I do this foolish rhyme it's fluid.
Spitting like Em in this shit when I go to it.
I hop to it, it ain't hip hop is it?
Yes it is, y'all need to pay us a visit.
We're D12, reason it ain't just D6,
'Cause when we stomp you, it feels like twelve of us sneak licks.
Unh, and it goes like that, everybody know y'all give us the mic back.
[Verse 2: Bizarre]
G shit, respect it.
I’ll fuck a b*tch that's pregnant and anorexic.
Check it, I’m up to no good.
You laughing, I'm fresh, Tim Wood-Wood.
"Please don't fucking cuss," motherfucker, suck my dick.
Don't talk shit.
Yo, I’m fucking up
So I'ma pass the mic' to my n**** Proof,
Blast off.
[Verse 3: Swifty]
I'm driving seventy-five miles per hour,
Sippin' Amaretto sour,
Bumpin' "Money and the Power".
I'm on my way to send my enemies some flowers
With a sarcastic face
I murdered the coward.
Tryna stop my hustle?
You get devoured,
You get covered with more shells and mussels laying awkward.
I bust you,
With your family laying in Boxford.
I pack something special to keep the cops hurt.
The world is covered with it so you can't stop dirt.
I'm snatching it,
Don't let the others get it,
That won't work.
I smoke,
Don't let you hit it when it's burnt.
'Cause he thinks can rap my lyric,
You besta stay alert.
You besta stay alert.
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