[Backing Vocals- Nico Vega]
Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm
[Verse 1- KXNG CROOKED]
I snap on you rappers often
When I'm spazzing I'm just getting my pa**ionate point across
Like a hood cat clapping his hands when he's talking
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around here flossing, Big Willies, we really lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hitting the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound like
B-b-b-b-b a couple of bullets are coming your way then it jam
Like goddamn
Then I pick up something quicker, start k**ing everything in the vicinity
The proximity, the Glocksimity, we on Yosemite Sam
Bam, bam your body drop
Van Damme, karate chop
The Beretta's a better competitor
Pop pop turn your sweater to a crop top
k**in' you and whoever in that drop top
Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop
Just shoot, shoot like doot doot
And beaucoup, beaucoup, I'm cuckoo
I'm a star going to war with you clones like Count Dooku
I'm worlds apart from you rappers
Like I walk in the booth rocking a biosuit made of plastic
And NASA's galactic elastic traveling through space, interstellar rapid
Broadcasting from uninhibited planets
When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that n***a, I
When I land, you wack n***as die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack b**h, f**in' ba*tard
Back to the hand clapping
You die quicker than Darren Wilson walking through Ferguson
Dressed like the grand dragon of the Klan
Pa**ing n***as with pants sagging
With their hand on a black Magnum
To clap him backwards
So their last words is "kcuf meth nmad saggin"
That's backwards for "f** them damn n***as"
Buck them damn triggers
Charge us, bodies fill up them damn Rivers
Cause everybody wanna be the best rapper alive
But I only like dead rappers
Compare me to the best rappers who died
And you rappers I used to look up to
I gotta cancel you now
Like Simon Cowell, I can't let you ex factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally limelight in the god of this rhyme writing
My mic can only be likened to Poseidon's trident and Zeus' lightning strike
And my metaphors are what Thor was to the Norse viking
I'm a born titan and at-point k** 'em like sword fighting
I'm slicing organs with songwriting, I dwarf giants
I hope I'm rubbing you pussies wrong sort of like poor dyking
I smoke philosophy, I snort science
That means I'm higher than higher learning, look in my eyes
That's where the fire's burning
Try to deny music's messiah returning
You die and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die trying like when Em was signing Curtis
Cause I am murderous
[Verse 2- Joe Budden]
Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it really depends
Could give them cla**ic NY jeans over the Timbs
Or I could spit about my car and how it sit on the rims
I could tell you why I'm hot and disappear like MIMS
But the bars there, put that on God, ask an atheist
And if ain't a bomb at least I'm in the blast radius
I'm beating these kids' indictment, sh**, I like the terror
APB on my actions, I'm in the viking era
Moment of truth, I give you facts right now
f** the cypher, my mind ain't on rap right now
So it's f** metaphors and punches, all the witty sh**
Got a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got an aunt getting her a** kicked by MS
n***a, why am I here? For the look, for the promo
sh** that bothered from the start
Cause the cancer left his lungs and it's on my grandfather's heart
Yeah, but not the side that the beat is on
I'm supposed to put that to the side when the beat is on
I'm planning the funeral, I'm getting the hearse ready
These n***as only wanna ask me if the verse is ready
Not the how do I feel, not the how do I deal
If that's the life, n***a, then how is it real?
These last couple of days I've been speaking to my peers
Giving them cries for help, I guess they need to see the tears
But wait, wildest part of all of that is
They'll shoot a suicidal rapper right here on the bridge
But f** it, gotta pardon 'em, shout out to my squad and 'em
House Gang, Shady, I'm gone, n***a, my job is done
[Verse 3- Yelawolf]
I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb
I'm 33, I've got 3 kids and I just popped 3 pills
I don't know which one's which or what it's for
Safety ain't really a habit I've formed
I still smoke to the cigarette bu*t
I still drink till I end up being that klutz
Clumsy, self-destructive dummy
Stumbling over my words, mumbling
I'll probably do it tonight
Leave the bar, leave the car
And pa** out like a fetus in a jar with my feet up to the stars
And dream about that light that leads up to the lord
I have nightmares about my momma getting beat up in the yard
Wake up feeling like half a human
Hit the studio and unleash this guilt and regret
For my lack of union between rap, you and the rock and roll community
For unity between country music and MCs, I'm claiming immunity
Still I'm working, sawing, milling this tree
Building this house exactly the way Charlamagne tha God and Lord Jamar thought it would be
Wait a minute... the lord and the god hate me
Jesus Christ, I am the white devil!
Nah...
I'm still working, sawing, milling this tree
Building this house exactly the way I thought it should be
Wanna take a tour? Let's see
I've got floor-to-ceiling windows and a cabin-style mansion
Books, bears, trucks, boats, tyres, spares, four-wheelers
Three-wheelers, two-wheelers, a drug dealer on call
Plaques on the wall, racks on the wall for my guns on the wall
Lift kits, lowrider, chop shops, hi tops, low tops, cowboy boots
Dixie flags, American flags, Slumerican tags on my Slumerican a**
CEO
I've got my name on the bathrobe, and the flame on the back porch is lit
Guess who's coming to dinner?
André 3000 and Hank the Third, go figure
I've got two stand-up jet skis, a top pedigree horse, just a pet to feed of course
Who rides a horse in Nashville? I might
I've got bicycles for the kids, tricycles for the babies
M-80s, bottle rockets, bottles in my pocket
Moonshine, gold watches, gold rings
All fake, no bling, don't hate, that's my thing
I've got new clothes, old clothes, vintage, tremendous, endless style
Goodwill loves me Mackle-more than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very much, Jimmy Iovine for the check
I've got a black woman fine as she can be
Fefe with a ring on her finger that could give sight to the blind
A 5, a 10, a couple hundreds laying on the counter
I don't know where that came from
I got artwork from hard work, yard workers for yard work
Don't look under the tarp, sir
I'm growing weed for my mama there
I've got a paved driveway and photos in the hallway of me on my Harley
And I did it my way
See, hip hop is what you make of it
And I'm making a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre, Jay Z eat your heart out
[Verse 4- Joell Ortiz]
But these cyphers, I treat 'em like a war, don't want no mediators
Nah, this that grow up in the P's behavior, next door to the greasy neighbors
People thank you, I do this for all the mean creators
I was someone who never needed favors to get where I'm at
Now they deem me a savior
But to be honest I ain't feeling like that, I just really like rap
I'm not lucky, trust me
I'm opposite the hands of Sandusky
With the sh** that my pen states, these rappers can't touch me
Ugly? sh**, you serious? I'm hideous
I was better than all you silly kids when I was tryna figure out who I really is
As a younger dude, life was something rude
I barely made it to the first like a Cutler move
No rubber groove on my shoes had to fight, so suspensions
I had 3 in one week, yeah that was public school
Did I say 3 in 1? That's funny cause there's 4 of us in the Slaughter
That's 3 to 1, I learned that in public school too
Like what's in between a 3 and 1 and House Gang, I spoke to all 3 on 1 call
Like I dropped 2 albums and #3 is 1 second from being done
Just need y'all 3 to send me 1 verse apiece
For this Heatmakerz beat and brothers keep it 1
Simple mathematics, I'm adding up to all these rap addicts
I don't like to divide dough so I multiply flow
And subtract maggots
Like a brand new Craftmatic, boy I'm back at it
Smoking these new boys like my last habit
Dagnabbit I tried to quit but everything I kick's like the last dragon
Hoes s**ing my drummer dick, they on my bandwagon
I just gotta laugh cause y'all pushing a lot of swag
I'm pushing this big ole hearse, don't get body bagged
[Verse 5- Royce Da 5'9"]
These new rappers be asking me
Why I don't be hanging out where they be hanging out
I tell 'em, I say "Look, lil' n***a listen here"
If I don't got no business there, I don't got no business there
See there's a difference here
You hustling so you can be seen
n***a I'm grinding so I can disappear
I don't do it like other rappers do
When it's on time it's skull and bone signs at the stu
We got guns you only find on your cheat code screen
If you think I remind you of any of these n***as you wilding out
Like Chico Bean
When there's drama I don't ask no questions, I just clap in that direction
I look at this gat like it's an actual accessory
I'm anti-social so relax when you step to me
n***a, I shoot the breeze with actual weaponry
Your lil' stare downs won't fare well
I got a pale conscience, I'm the grey area
Last person I had a bond with was a bail bondsman
Now imagine me hanging with y'all and we rapping on the same song
n***a I'd rather juggle a couple of chainsaws
Or run through hell with a pair of gasoline Hanes on
I'm a star but not on some I wanna be a star kinda sh**
The only celebrity that give a f** less than me is Marshawn Lynch
Glock in the stash as a backup but the MAC will burst
Cripple your style, your first born child will come out
With a colostomy bag as the afterbirth
I don't give a f**
n***a I'll show up to Beyonce's show posing as Jay Z
Stagger in your studio session with a bomb strapped to my chest
Looking like Omarion holding his baby
Jump in the 4 door Mercedes with a .44 listening to JoJo and KC
Drinkin'gand sniffing enough blow that it got me thinking that I can exchange sicknesses
This ebola for rabies
That's it, just living the rapper life
Banana clip in the air, looking like it's about to start singing it's MAC tonight
MACs, I use this MAC as a component for thugs rollin' up
I got this MAC on and you better stay in that corner
Cause sh** can turn into that song except I don't give a f** what day it is
I'll have this club going up, f** with me
Mack magnet, attracting enormous green
Slap this clip in this gat then call this arm Christy Mack
Cause this b**h is stacked, war machine
Life of a giant, but who needs size when you're wack and your team's soft
Drag your girl down this hill 'till she admits that it feels like she's jacking the beanstalk
We both got marketing plans
Yours is to sell records and try to net more than you gross for
Mine is to punch you in your face if you ever disrespect me
And then go invest into a grocery store
Rolled up with the Smith & Wesson and drew on you like let's fight now
I do numbers, I turn you and your crew into two plumbers
Translation, get your sh** together and pipe down
f** a mic, I don't write, I chew and spit
I'll shoot you and your sis if you insist
I got my eyes on the barrel
Silence is so big it look like I got Bobby Shmurda tied to the barrel
And he doing this
[Verse 6- Eminem]
I just turned Slaughterhouse to a quintet
Began to trend-set, murdered the friend's pet
Made sh** as ill as it can get went in depth
Like a f**ing vignette and two bars skins wet
I'm already covered in sweat
I wasn't even ready to come in yet
AHH, let me set this drink down
Beat up a gal, start beef with a pal
Probably be wild 'til I'm wrinkled and senile
And "Rap God" was a freestyle
Off the top of the dome piece while I was asleep on the couch
And I'm freestyling now
I need a towel, sweat leaks from my brow
It's burning my eyes, my cerebral is foul
Cause sh** I'm thinking about should be illegal
I need my head banned like the guy who left Cleveland, Ohio
And went to South Beach with his talents
Scream "f** you" on the way out and wink with a smile
This whole game can eat a dick, I'm going back deep underground
But right now I'm back on that bullsh** and you I'm singling out
Cause you're so f**ing outdated you should mingle a while
What the f** is this clusterf** of busters
Bunch of Buster Douglas', motherf**ers is one hit wonders
One swing and you're crowned
Knocked one out the park, one catchy jingling now
You think you f**ing with me cause you sold like 300 thou
b**h, I can jump without my feet ever leaving the ground
Reach up, swing from a cloud with 3 thousand people around
Evil and vile enough to leap in the crowd
And heave a child in a sinkhole on Cinco De Mayo
When I'm sprinkled in pico de gallo
Mardi Gras beads in a towel
I just made that up
I don't know much Spanish, I'm not bilingual
But I'll show you a Mexican standoff
Between just these two amigos
Cause neither really wants to say what we're thinking outloud
But I sure as f** think I know how rebody English, no doubt
Cause we're trying to k** each other, but lyrically
The f** is humility? What is a real emcee?
Royce, he came up in the sh** with me
Never spit that hustling sh**, it wasn't a fit for me
Let them adjust 'til they just get the gist of me
Just not giving a f** and plus with the history
And muscular dystrophy, it wasn't a mystery
Why this middle finger was stuck in this upper-positioning
So what in the f** is a list to me?
I'm used to not being on it, I expect it out 'em
Heck, man, I get my respect without 'em
And really been into diamonds since I put my first record out
But I could put a chain around my second album
And wear it as a neck medallion
Became a millionaire, went downhill from there
Became civil, office swivel chair, sterling silverware
Screaming life is still unfair 'till I get a real career
The f** am I gonna do until then? This job is too fulfilling
Two gazillion pairs of super villain shoes to fill in
And a mood to k** till I plow my Coupe de Ville
To some children at the food pavilion and Build-A-Bear
Warrior's mind, I'm pro-hydrocodone euphoria
In the drug emporium line, I'm soaring
I'm pouring Vicodin four at the time ignoring the warning signs
Full on until I go four wheeler driving
Gory and violent and horrifying
You surely won't find a more important
With this glorious rhyme with
But I finger her like a witness, show me a line-up
I usually am abusive, but excuse me, m'am
I guess I must've threw you for a loop like toucan Sam
When I said I could use the sample cause you's a tramp
But look how you react to this trigger like
When I call you a bigger dyke than the Hoover Dam
You playing right in Lex Luthor's hands
It's such a ruthless plan, might even lose a fan
But f** it, Superman wouldn't change in a phone booth for Stan
I'm a brand new being like Grand Pubahs' band
Happy as Anderson Cooper having a tuba crammed
In his pooper with lubricant...wait, that's too, I can't...
Since honesty is the best policy I'll give you the old college try
Try to acknowledge my mistakes, probably won't qualify
As a gentleman and a scholar, but it's time that I swallow pride
To say that I'm sorry, sorry that I can't apologize
I think of all the times I compromised my bottom lines
And thought of rhymes that sodomized your daughters minds
Then I'm like dollar signs
But I may fight for gay rights especially if they dyke
It's more of a knockout than Janay Rice
Play nice, b**h, I punch Lana Del Rey right
In the face twice like Ray Rice in broad daylight
And in plain sight of the elevator surveillance
Til her head is banged on the railing
Then celebrate with the Ravens
Never dated an a**ailant that self-medicates with inhalants
I meditate, but I may need a better way to escape
The aggression, rage and the anger
Cause them restraints on the ankles
Heavyweights and an anchor with handcuffs in chains
This ain't enough to contain it
But I still get the same respect as Jay if I came on
Stage in a f**ing negligee everyday and Liz Claiborne
Devastated from breakup with Kate Hudson
Wait, s*ut your friends, what are they gonna say
Cause makeup ain't gonna cover
That eye that's 7/8 of the way shut
Pepper Sprayed with your face cut
Made my bank like a lay up
Of these effing skanks on the way up
Oh, b**h thinks she's heaven sent
It's evident that she ain't never been with seven inches
Yes, I said seven, I measured it
Seven inches from the floor
While I'm standing on the fourth floor balcony
Get to sharing when I'm stretching it
b**h, I'm a pimp so a limp dick is all you'll ever get
So if she's hesitant to get the hint
I'll bet you that I get the message sent who she's messing with
Eloquent when I tell a chick not to never use s** as a weapon
When I step in and beat the wretched wench with a crescent wrench
Existential detriments to a lesbian devil
In the a presence stench of an estrogen level
That separatists like a Chechen rebel
Impressionist with a pencil
A pessimist, with his lips pressed against
The edge of this Red Bull
Pedal to the metal I'm ripping this sh** cause right away I'll give it to a b**h like a pedestrian, deadly as ever
You see what kind of effects she has on the opposite s** when I push her flexible little s**y a** through a plate of plexigla**
SHADYXV as perplexing as
The last fifteen years and I'm producing my next relapse
When I spit these lyrics so don't look at me weird
When I start shifting gears and sh** besmears all over Britney Spears
And these little Disney queers
Who use chicks for beards?
Just made that up too…
Oh in the Shady 2.0
We wrote in roman numerals like they do for the Super Bowls
‘Cause it's supposed to confuse you hoes
The flows lose you as usual, so juvenile
2 year old when I go to the studio
It's only music but don't be foolish though
You don't know me through it ho but you can blow me to it though in my homie's Buick
Been known to lose it though so if I overdo it you drove me to it
When I step in the vocal booth like I'm supposed to do
And I murder you on a f**ing track like Tony Stewart
In one take, if I f** up I don't redo it
You couldn't sound grown on a beat if you were moaning to it
The day I don't say f** you all, you can throw me through it
Rooting this, tooting this, shooting this from the hip
With the synonyms, Eminem isn't penning them for the women
I'm an enemy to them and the epitome of an inconsiderate idiot
But they consider me equivalent to chlamydia
They tryna get rid of me gadzooks
But I stiggity stand for the figgity flag
Of the United States and the freedom, I distribute these raps through
And if I catch you doing anything
Hindering or prohibiting that after I give me that
Tattoo of your lips on my a** I'mma be literally
Picking up and deliberately whipping the Statue of Liberty at you
[Verse 7- deleven]
Deleven, strange thoughts and introspections
My perspectives will leave you in a state of perplexion
What is wrong with him, it'll leave you asking
I reckon he has something off, nothing, I respond
My train of thought is just beyond what can be comprehended by you dumb blondes
Yeah I'm an oddball and damn proud I scream out loud in downtown Chi-town
My god, look at everything I've surmounted
But I'm still space bound b**h, f** the limits
Brilliant, auspicious, vicious, a little malicious
Words that could fit my description
Owen's definition, it's how I work, my algorithm
Doing things in a mannerism of reaching my desired position
I have a premonition that I'm about to achieve big sh**, going in
I'm a co*ky prick, degenerate, irreverent
Acting like a bad kid has always been an inveterate
Ever since I stole that red toy jet
And I didn't stop my antics
When I was 11 the teacher almost knocked me in my f**ing head
Years later, I'll be lying f**ing dead
Probably because of some sh** I said left someone full of resentment
But f** it, I'd rather live speeding over 100
Than stay in line with the rest
b**h, I'm not evanescent, alternatively aberrant
Attacking this sh** effervescent, so f**ing intense
Grabbing this b**h by the neck, before it can even start fussing or protest
I guess it has to quickly acquiesce to my presence
Get immediately used to it
I'm not fading into obscurity or obsolescence
b**h, remember me for centuries
Feel my energy, crazy revelry, festivities
Because I know I'm heading up the road to prosperity
In these verses, looking for every granularity
Making them into my masterpieces
That's where I get my dexterity
Fulfilling, hard- hitting, springing into action
Actin' like a rapscallion
But all he's doing is k**ing these tracks with pa**ion, enthusiasm
With his mind set on making this sh** a fantastic cla**ic
Style epigrammatic, charismatic, idiosyncratic magic
Rap fanatic, hit the mic, looking spastic
May be slightly bombastic
But hey, at least I don't act all high and mighty, when there's a flaw of mine, I'll admit I have it
I alway strive to be real, no plastic, acting all dramatic
The thought of it makes me sick
Owen Powell, real name no gimmicks, no bullsh**
If you listen to me, you know who you're getting, know that I've written it
And knowing that sh** makes me thrilled
Music is my drug, and I'm higher than a b**h who pops 500 molly pills in Druid Hills
When I spit I make an effort to be ill
I feel like every rhyme's my last
So I try to grasp on the moment, capture it, seize it and own it
Knowing that time pa**es faster and faster, it's going
So I try to treat every second like it's holy
Devoting it to flowing, I'mma poet
Making rhymes explosive, lines hitting you like bullets
My voice is a f**ing weapon, I'm holding the trigger, ready to pull it
So whether it gets b**hes pissed or hopping on my dick, I don't give a sh**
I'm just doing what I've always dreamt about, since I was a kid
Building the house, I've always wanted to live in
And doing it in deleven's fashion
Climbing the ladder, everyday getting richer
More vigour, growing bigger and bigger
Sicker and sicker
Like a b**h who drank too much hard liquor
Now I'm feeling dizzy, my head's about to start spinning
I got everyone claiming I've gone insane but this is just the beginning
I say while I'm rubbing my hands together, grinning
Hold my hand, let's go for a ride, I'm sure it will be thrilling
Living a hell of a life
Whatever time I get, I'll optimize
Maximise writing rhymes, legendary lines
I'm getting the whole nation on an uprise, with my box of surprises
From both sides, black, white, left, right
Damn, is that what really happens when I say what I like
Aww sh**, I do really have a f**ed up mind
Sometimes, I even get myself stupified
But I still trot around with my middle finger to the sky
Not giving a flying f** about your standards, to me they're not applied
You can call me demoralized, but hey, at least I'm not f**ing my 3rd wife
I'm just carrying out my right to spend time how I will
So I will, it's simple
Freethinking, let's take a tour of my mental
Here's the part where rhymes are a**embled
Be careful, sometimes they're pretty hard to handle
Oh well, take a look around, some thoughts are pretty f**ed up, how else do you think I come up with this material
I used to treat this mind like a curse, because it stopped me from being one of the cool kids, but now I'm thankful
Without it, I wouldn't be able to make charms happen on a piece of paper
Master of the English language, and f** it, I'll also k** sh** in Spanish
What you may call brain damage, I use it to my advantage
Putting down my baggage, and turning bullsh** into works of greatness
So I'm raising my champagne to all my fabrications, everything I've created
Because they're what I'm made of
Why I'm never fading, All this sh** here is everlasting
Because I dared to deviate
While everyone else was going straight, I said “f** it” and went the other way
I'm not afraid to be a little risqué, crazy, acting zany
So I'll let you say what you want about me
But without a doubt you won't stop me from achieving
Reaching the top of this rap game
Deleven, trying to get there ambitiously
On the daily, grinding, rising, with his eye on all the prizes
Ready to f** up this music sh** before he's even driving
Signing out, deleven