All time best Eminem verse?

[ImANoob]

I’m plastered, dry wall
Look me in my eyeball
Do I look high, no
I love the way you lie girl
Yeah, yeah, yeah, come here dear
Trying to get closer to you
I'm motioning you to pull over boo
I'm the siren that you hear
I'm the butt police, and I'm looking at your rear, rear, rear
But odds are I'mma end up in the back of a squad car
By the end of tonight, I'm a rock star
Get your wind up, it's attack of the Oddball
Homie can you show me where the gosh darn bath salts are
Cause I'm sick of sniffing asphalt
Every thought scarred got my pants off at the crosswalk
In suspenders, and I can't feel my limbs cause...

[Mathers]

Hellbound

[RoleModel'Est96]

I’m plastered, dry wall
Look me in my eyeball
Do I look high, no
I love the way you lie girl
Yeah, yeah, yeah, come here dear
Trying to get closer to you
I'm motioning you to pull over boo
I'm the siren that you hear
I'm the butt police, and I'm looking at your rear, rear, rear
But odds are I'mma end up in the back of a squad car
By the end of tonight, I'm a rock star
Get your wind up, it's attack of the Oddball
Homie can you show me where the gosh darn bath salts are
Cause I'm sick of sniffing asphalt
Every thought scarred got my pants off at the crosswalk
In suspenders, and I can't feel my limbs cause...

[Notalius]

There's several different levels to Devil worshippin: horse's heads,
Human sacrifices, canibalism; candles and exorcism
Animals havin sex with 'em; camels mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I kick the habit - I just,
Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a nine in my pocket
And baby I'm just, dyin to cock him
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My uz' as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
Red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wet on the third;
Then she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrong

[Coulter]

There's several different levels to Devil worshippin: horse's heads,
Human sacrifices, canibalism; candles and exorcism
Animals havin sex with 'em; camels mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I kick the habit - I just,
Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a nine in my pocket
And baby I'm just, dyin to cock him
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My uz' as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
Red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wet on the third;
Then she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrong

DEFINITELY Dead Wrong. Forgot all about that one.
Goddamn that was the BEST live. Literally the best song, imo, that I've seen him do live.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLog99sdKUY

[RoleModel'Est96]

But for real, this is really good:

I stimulate the brain, mimic, emulate the sane
Cinic keep em' thinking its a fucking gimmick when it ain't
Clinically insane, brain is on Venus suck Uranus
Label me a genius if you ever seen us you would say
He may seem as though he's plain normal
If you ever meet him, greet him with a shake, see
He ain't as mean as what they say
See the thing is maybe he can't always think of things to say
So he's vague, so they mistake him for just bein' crazed
You part ways, your impression of him changed
You don't think he's strange, you turn around and tell him "peace and thanks"
Then you catch him flipping you off, with his pants down
Hands around his scrotum, tucking his fucking penis between his legs

His second verse, too

[Jimmy Conway]

But for real, this is really good:

I stimulate the brain, mimic, emulate the sane
Cinic keep em' thinking its a fucking gimmick when it ain't
Clinically insane, brain is on Venus suck Uranus
Label me a genius if you ever seen us you would say
He may seem as though he's plain normal
If you ever meet him, greet him with a shake, see
He ain't as mean as what they say
See the thing is maybe he can't always think of things to say
So he's vague, so they mistake him for just bein' crazed
You part ways, your impression of him changed
You don't think he's strange, you turn around and tell him "peace and thanks"
Then you catch him flipping you off, with his pants down
Hands around his scrotum, tucking his fucking penis between his legs

His second verse, too

I think that song might have the biggest gap in quality I've ever heard. Em killed that beat, his flow was great, the lyrics were sharp.

Obie sucks, but he really was shit on that song. That slow boring flow, uninspired flow, I'm surprised he didn't commit suicide after he heard Em on the track.

[RoleModel'Est96]

But for real, this is really good:

I stimulate the brain, mimic, emulate the sane
Cinic keep em' thinking its a fucking gimmick when it ain't
Clinically insane, brain is on Venus suck Uranus
Label me a genius if you ever seen us you would say
He may seem as though he's plain normal
If you ever meet him, greet him with a shake, see
He ain't as mean as what they say
See the thing is maybe he can't always think of things to say
So he's vague, so they mistake him for just bein' crazed
You part ways, your impression of him changed
You don't think he's strange, you turn around and tell him "peace and thanks"
Then you catch him flipping you off, with his pants down
Hands around his scrotum, tucking his fucking penis between his legs

His second verse, too

I think that song might have the biggest gap in quality I've ever heard. Em killed that beat, his flow was great, the lyrics were sharp.

Obie sucks, but he really was shit on that song. That slow boring flow, uninspired flow, I'm surprised he didn't commit suicide after he heard Em on the track.

I actually like Obie on the track. I always looked at it as just a mellow, subdued hook.

[Just Silver]

verse on scary movie was really nice

[Gravel]

Ripped her fuckin tonsils out and fed her sherbert

[Gravel]

Ripped her tonsils out and fed her sherbert bitch

[Emadyville]

SFTM third verse for its content
LY second verse for content and rhymes
No Love verse for its rhymes, flow and pump up content

imo right now but im sure if i took the time my list would be 50 deep easily

[UofLCard]

Tough decision, but i would have to say his first Renegade verse.

Final prol'em is solved by throwin' sulfuric acid all over your back and see your spinal column dissolve.

Droppin' bodies like it was domino season.

[Sam.]

SFTM third verse for its content
LY second verse for content and rhymes
No Love verse for its rhymes, flow and pump up content

imo right now but im sure if i took the time my list would be 50 deep easily

Agreed. No Love is definitely pumping. Gives me the same energy as Lose Yourself.

[GGG]

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician, but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
Cause, see, they call me a menace, and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth, grin and bear it
Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics?
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics?
Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference: they're saying you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America
As a motherfuckin' drug addict - like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fuckin' do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage
And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here? I don't
Think you do, so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go, he's {*Jigga j-Jigga*}
And I'm the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass, it's just the


See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ, the King of these Latter-Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as
A monger of hate, a Satan, a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter? A gateway to escape
Media scapegoat; who they can be mad at today?
See it's easy as cake, simple as whistlin' Dixie
While I'm waving the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
In holy water - no wonder they try to hold me under longer
I'm a motherfuckin spiteful, delightful eyeful
The new Ice Cube - motherfuckers hate to like you
What did I do? I'm just a kid from the gutter
Making this butter off these bloodsuckers
Cuz I'm a muthafuckin'