(Rare snippet from an unreleased song by Soul Intent in ´92, this is Eminem´s verse)

(Chorus)

Close ya eyes and try to guess my pig(ment)
Close ya eyes and try to guess my pig(ment)
Close ya eyes and try to guess my pig(ment)
Now open ´em up, even the best shocked

(Eminem)
Sick when hurry idiots batta-battle the skinny-skinniest little rapper to neva battle,piddle, or paddle the prettiest
Dumb fuck, lookin´ for the hats off for the numba, jackin´ jeans keep your hangin´ nuts tucked
And I´m about to take my look up it, up in a book
Plus i´m almost on the top of the booty pull that coppin´ a district shit
See you´re just barkin up tha wrong tree cuzz i got diarrhea myamia, I´a be a fuckin Honkey
So bad on the mic gotta make ya titterid kid retell what tha fuck i´m saying

Niggas talk, but neva the type babbadababa they think they shits so poppa hipty
I´d imagine if I were to put up a zipper to the mic i´d be able to do a lip-sync
Because I rap in this muthafucker there´s gotta be a certain rhyme this microphone stick, what the fuck i´ll hoist it around inside my home
And the dj better stick up like a rocket
Cuzz he could scratch up a pooltable with 27 pockets
Buttafingaz scratches like a girly fight
But if i call up Manix, open up the pearly whites
But i´m hardcore like bustin´ at the mayor
Gettin´ kids like i was boxin´ up a sale
I wouldn´t suck on the mic if it was shaped like a nipple
I done made lots´a money so i´m good if i make like a nickle

But i´m out cold like a salt wound
So I got nuts so fat, it´ll keep my toes warm(hit me!)