[Verse 1: Eminem] Life handed me lemons, I jump back into the public eye And squirted lemon juice in it by now you just wish I’d fucking die But I electrify, get electrocuted, executed by an executioner Of my flow too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by Guess who, what’s happening guys? They told me to shit I fell off that pot hoped right back up on that crapper and I Said fuck you with a capital I, look who’s back to antagonize You don’t like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die You right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit better get to the back Of the line, You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that battle What kind of rapper would I be before I let another rapper think he’s hot I’ll bury my face in his stinky twat and go.. Go 'head, space is limited, ain’t even room in the back of my mind That’s why I ain’t thinking about you, I don’t got time and I told you a thousand times So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in Royce's back And at the same time put juice in mine? Goddammit Slaughterhouse is signed
[Verse 2: Crooked I] I’m a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my livers killing Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin then I’m filling the clip With a written, can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I’m illing but it isn’t real, it’s a rap On the real, it’s a wrap How could you possibly stop the Apocalypse when I’m atomic bombing the populous Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid popping the Glock at his moms And his pops then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence Write like a columnist slash novelist I’m in this game to demolish, establish my dominance Over prominent rappers you popping shit till you opposite I can spit ominous so spit politics now I’m Haile Selassie Gandhi and Pac of this hip hop genre, bitch
[Verse 3: Royce] Lyrically I’m a cocaine Altoid Ability to bring (?) it’s a no brain bout boy Physically I’m literally a cocaine cowboy Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big dick? The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and we ate cake And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost Cause she couldn’t handle my shit, wait I sweared Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I’m rhyming standing beside a big old white bear Neither one of us fight fair, you are literally looking at Woody and Wesley in a movie With a white boy ain’t got to jump no where cause I’m here Nigga I’m on fire yeah and I’m every bitch’s dream One, two I’m coming for you, I’m a big old nightmare Nigga this the slaughter stepping up I’ll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up After that I’ll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up And that’s how you body a fucking beat
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[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz] I should be the one that goes slow ´Nah get a stopwatch, clock my flow Hit the button on top watch the jaw drop Oh oh that’s that yo that’s YAOWA When I drop I go outta space Blackout like Darth Vader’s face Placed in a molten shower Say something and get them proper Mama poppa pouring out vodka Mama Mia, Em pass me the seeds It’s ? Slaughterhouse ? better yet boy go home, better yet boy ? Better jet boy, Mark Sanchez, Santanio Holmes I’m not just any old homeboy Sitting in a lab picking up a pad I be spitting bad, I’mma get you mad with this gift I have Lord duck sufferin succotash when the trigger blast I’mma put your beak on your fitted hat Where the liquor at? Sip of yak That bitchh and a vicious track ? Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West like we’re tired of living at New York here’s a piggyback ride to the motherland Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get down I’m gutter fam, gun butt you with the Eagle handle Cunningham I don’t wanna talk, I just wanna beef I don’t want a piece, I want it all baby boy I don’t wanna eat, I wanna feast up ? rough piece of shit You done weak, I’m the one, capiche?
[Verse 5: Joe Budden] Insane what they call us Ain’t married to the game but you probably shouldn’t have came to the altar Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, using ? to forge you Eminent Mr. Porter, slaughter my cinnamons emminent torture All of you feminine marauders, that’s women at war Men will assault you, time is a bastard symbol of ? Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarter I’m administering supporters, got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah Normally something’s wrong with me Claiming a quantity of the porn I see on the pause to me When I fix the game they’ll think shit came with a warranty How the fuck are they gonna stop ? born to be Corner me, shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me Or sit your faggot ass right there in dormancy Wait, all you missing is heels to be RuPaul Ain’t nobody that’s real ever knew y’all Second to none and I’m dealing with Marshall This time I never come down, deal with the blue balls You ain’t gotta fear me but you’ll respect me Niggas who never met me threaten me, want to gillete me Why don’t you let me come ? I got some machetes Swinging spaghetti like it’s heavy ? deserve an ESPY In a Chevy like Andretti, put the Dezzy where his chest be
[Intro] Yeah, told you we'd be back Welcome 2 Hell
[Eminem] There's a switch, I flip, emotions cut off So cold I done froze my butt off And this ain't even the tip of the iceberg yet It's like squirting a squirt gun in the ocean, fuck off Other words I didn't put a dent in a can compared To the damage I've yet to do Long as you still have feelings to hurt I'll be around as long as you let me get to you Long as I got two balls to palm I'll be the bomb, you're just a false alarm Get scared little pissants And see if I don't come along and stomp your farm Thunder and lightning, rain, hail Sleet with a tornado's the kind of brainstorm I get So when the wind starts blowing, shit Talking about going in? Going insane is more like it Wizard of words when he spits hazardous with it Like a disastrous blizzard So you better listen quick fast don't miss it Yeah, I go 'head little prick bastard, diss it But when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow Don't ask how much of his passion is it that goes Just know, that all he knows is this It's better to kick ass than kiss it Dick dastardly of audacity Mental capacity, unmatched it has to be stopped But it can't be, but man I can't just keep Doing them like that or no one will rap with me Except one, you asked who is it?
[Royce] Guess who just came through the blast, you bitches With the ratchet, the book of Mathew A book of matches, lightning I'm on the white linen You about to have to admit it, they pass you the mic Asked you to spit it, you got handed your own ass Your ass in your own hands, sure they gon' laugh When you go to the bathroom with it Now with what would you come against us Better be something with a big foot pedigree Easily these are the reasons That we need to be in your prayers Each region breeds some MCs that wanna be Which means they wanna breath our air With these ideas, anybody thinkin' That the game don't need, the Bad and the Evil regime That's like saying that bad boy piston team didn't need Isaiah
[Eminem] Sip piss and bleed, this is a different breed of MCs I swear, better be aware, there's too much at stake And to find someone this raw on a beat is rare You can kiss my ass and the shit stains on my underwear that I don't even wear
[Royce] This gotta be no fair This like hittin' the lottery, oh yeah Who you know hotter there gotta be no pair Shotty that I got a lobotomy, your hair Classic, smack it, smother it, read it and weep And perhaps you'll have no rebuttalin' In fact, you seein' me in this rap And it's like saying Tila Tequila can sing like Jasmin Sullivan
[Eminem] Back to badge her skull again Push a bitch out the Aston until I get the fuck outta Dodge (Don't test me) Shouldn't have to explain my metaphors You has-beens are duller than color books that ain’t colored in Second and third, fourth wind, gotta another win Here they come again, none other than, Bad and Evil Also known as Sadam and Osama Bin It's been a long time But I bet neither one of us have felt as sick as we do right now And we only get iller with time Me and Nickel fucking shit up on the grounds tellin' us to pipe down It's like talking to a meth head Bruce Willis on his death bed, last breath with an infection Fighting it while he's watching internet porn About to meet his death with an erection My God, what I mean is David Carradine jacking his penis in front of his tripod Choking his own neck, what part you don't get? I'm saying I die hard
[Royce] When you listen to my bars, nothin' but the F-I-R, E Comin' out your iPod, we come up in a place Chicks heads start spinning like motherfuckin' white walls
[Eminem] Got your mother suckin' my balls While we fuck each other, punch each other in the eyeballs And I never say I'm sorry, the 5'9 and the Fire Marshall We spit with an intensity to shut shit down in the industry Two different entities, with a propensity To put these N-U-T-S in your fucking mouth Welcome to the CD
[Royce Da 5'9"] First verse, uh, I'm on 'til I'm on a island My life's ridin' on the autobahn on autopilot Before I touch dirt, I'll kill y'all with kindness I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse You've been warned if you've been born or if you conform Slap up a cop and then snatch 'em outta his uniform Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn Y'all niggas's intellect mad slow, y'all fags know, claimin' you bangin' You flamin', bet you could light your own cigarette with ya asshole Me and Shady deaded the past, so that basically resurrected my cashflow I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke Though I ain't wrapped tight, my blood type's the 80's My 90's was like the Navy, you was like the Brady's, you still fly kites daily
[Eminem] Catch me in my Mercedes, bumpin' Ice Ice Baby Screamin' Shady 'til I die, like a half a pair of dice, life's crazy So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze And you only live it once, so I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady Wait, no, stop me now 'fore I get on a roll (Danish) Let me tell you What this pretty little dame's name is cause she's kinda famous And I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this Nicki Minaj But I wanna stick my penis in your anus! You morons think that I'm a genius Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum cleanin' Try them trailer parks, crazy, I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby And that's back with a capital B with an exclamation mark Maybe you should listen when I flip the linguistics Cause I'mma rip this mystical slick shit You don't wanna become another victim or statistic of this shit, cause after I spit the bullets, I'mma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball I'mma kick the ballistics, so get this dick, I'mma live this
[Hook: Sly] Livin' life in the fast lane Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down Only got a gallon in the gas tank But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
[Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, my whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit At war with a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins I made a pact with the Devil that says "I'll let you take me You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpes, Jack Kevorkian" Go back and forfeit, more beef that you can pack a fork in I'm livin' the life of the infinite enemy down, my tenement too many now To send my serenity powers, spin 'em around, enterin' in the vicinity
[Eminem] Now, was called Eminem, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper Chewed him up.. and spitted him out, girl giddy-up, now get-get down He's lookin' around this club and it looks like people are havin' a shit fit now Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town Did I s-s-stutter, mothafucka? Fuck the mall, he shuts A whole mothafuckin' Walmart d-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round And he came to the club tonight with 5'9" to hold this bitch down Like a mothafuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-d-drown Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated, just by the way That you keep lickin' them dick-sucking lips, I'm agitated, aggravated To the point you don't suck my dick, then you're gonna get decapitated Other words, you don't fuckin' give me head, then I'm have to take it
[Royce] And then after takin' that, I'mma catch a case, it's gon' be fascinatin' It's gon' say "The whole rap game passed away" on top of the affidavit Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator To Michael Jackson' activator, meanin' I'm on fire off the top Might wanna back up the data, runnin' over hip hop In a verbal tractor trailer, homie this sick, you can normally ask a hater Don't it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper Drop in the lap of a tax evader, homie they spent
[Eminem] Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes, what girl I'm the crack-a-lator, percolator to this party, be my penis ejaculator later Tell you boyfriend that you just struck paydirt You rollin' with a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin'
