Your so called “advice”, is useless. Your “words of wisdom”, are meaningless. You’re telling me shit, I already know. You sound like a broken record, constantly on repeat. I know what I’m doing, and you’re just annoying me. Just shut up and leave me alone.
Eminem : Who the fuck is this? ….White Dog. Yo.
Yelawolf : Yo, what up?
Eminem : What up?
Yelawolf : Uhh.. you do that verse?
Eminem : Yeah, I just killed that shit.
Yelawolf : What?
Eminem : Nah nothin’. Uhmm… Yo, you know what I was thinkin’, man? I think the one thing that uhh… that the album don’t have, that it might be missin’… is like uhh… a song for like girls.
Yelawolf : Mmmm…. what do you mean? for like… bitches?
Eminem : Naw, girls… like a love song.
Yelawolf : No.
Eminem : We need one.
Yelawolf : Like, love song. Love song?
Eminem : Yeah man. Bitches like love songs.
