[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Turn my mic up Turn my mic up
[Hook: Busta Rhymes] (Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga (Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down nigga (Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga (Steady on the left) Fuck it, blackout niggas! Oh my Lord
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Lower the casket down Sprinkle the ash, you’ll get your ass kicked, pow! Frown while I shit on your crown, skip town Ground zero appear on the king cash cow Do I make 'em say 'Wow!', strip, ow, bow I sit with the pound, click, pow Blow, click, click, pow, click, pow Stop traffic dropping them classics, flip now Bitches I’m making them skip with thou Art, you don’t really want start when I growl (rawr, rawr, rawr) let me come and mop up the knock offs When I pop off I never stop, cause When we do come through, you better lock doors (PAUSE) The wolves wanna eat, be by they lockjaws No need to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw And if you ain’t have enough What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous Bang on another song, I’mma have these niggas nervous And clipping they nails and dribbling in wetness And nibble them like sunflower seed shell See these skills got my weight up heavy like three whales And I shit on Ishmaels ‘til they’re stinkin' foul and my weed smell Nigga your tree fell See how they Twitter, Facebook and Instagramming or email Talking, I’m sick and I got them shook And I bang em at retail until they cripple See I cook like I’m slanging a weed sale And I triple gram and whoop ‘em and drag 'em like females (gasp) Oh see well, these niggas already know The way that I fuck shit up, minus the details The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement But kind of an ancient slut It's going down like she was a basement fuck Swell up this shit like I’m sticking sticks in their gut So gracefully, ungraciously, I painfully wake niggas up Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like apes in the cut I’m waiting for the taking While I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck It’s kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking ‘til I’m Blasted around and racing (crunk) keeping 'em over And blackening until I’m leaving ‘em stuck I got ‘em happier than a child in a park chasing a duck When I’m chasing a buck it’s funny, niggas be chasing they luck I be lacing them up like boots When I’m pushing they face in the mud (ahh) Missiles I fling while I spit live wire ‘Til this shit circling back around With more fire for me to melt the break's surface And back the sound While I light up shit that I toss I quit worshiping Gods, look around Exerting, the shit splatters click painful that’ll make ‘em scatter Shameful the way I shatter, should have parted the matter (rip) Your head up off your shoulders With bullets bigger than a boulder Break ‘em and they know that it’s a classic And the way it’s going you could easily get your ass kicked See, me and Shady together we’re crazy Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (We're that sick?) Cause I come from Haiti, I’m suggesting you pay me Don’t make me wanna spazz (Alalala) Like I’m a crazy Israeli, bastards While I bite the beat up and I'm starting to heat up I’m chopping your foot off now it’s mine And I’m putting my feet up Back to the hood and off to the whylin’ I’m hoping you protect your child And I been blacking out so long Niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw But the beat is fried!
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
[Verse 2: Eminem] There's a light contagiousness to this tirade It just might make you sick So irate with this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) narrow minded But go through such a wide range of this emotion That my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways I just pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway With his personal memoir saying he's bi Waving a nine, a picket sign, egging his ride Making him cry "rape" then arrive naked And drive straight through the gay pride parade yay Yippee-Ki-Yay, cause here I- Wait, did the world just pee on my leg? And should I take it as a sign? Maybe to take 'em back into times (Shady) Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger To take the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing Changed the whole complexion of the game But just in case you was thinking An inkling of replacing the kingpin You're crazy, you're wasting your ink then So if this is any indication of what you may be facing You better make a distinction cause you fake imitations Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression That's the worst impersonation I've ever seen and Who raps nasally, eyes hazelly, rhymes crazily But sounds like he may need some flow, nasally speaking? What kind of stupid question is that? Hey Mrs. Abraham Lincoln Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking How'd you think that play was this weekend? You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot See me on a ballot? I'm running for class clown Rich Democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate To come fuck up the whole party Me and Flipmode starting a campaign To have every campus on a fucking rampage Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get smashed And wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades But this ain't up for debate, this is undebatable Shady for president, ho Don't make me go take it back to the days of old Where Sway & Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD I almost fell asleep on the wake up show Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living shock Raising hell up in jews when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs Me and Bus put it down like a sick pet You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers "I sit in front of my computer all day and comment on Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the next song" Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick With Biggie and kicked the living shit out you, I'd be dead wrong Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, pores never get clogged I'm so full of self-esteem that I sweat fog Yes, yes y’all, steady on the left, y’all Step off or you get stepped on soft Bout as commercial as my fucking Learjet Jealously’ll get you as green as a Chia Pet I can see that you’re visibly upset, dawg Alert, alert, girl, alert Once you enter in my house of pain, you're in a world of hurt, so Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking Jump around, jump, came to hit you with a fan favorite But if you too fly for coach better get them arms and freaking hands flailing Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind More afraid of success than I am of failure So what does that tell ya? That on a grand scale I don’t give a fuck about nothing Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail Before he ran straight into the damn railing
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