You heard it, you want it, you got it, it's crazy You play it, you bump it, you know it, it's crazy Hate if you wanna, that don't phase me I ain't going nowhere right now...
It's the fo' pound bandit The coke hand to hand, and he Detroit bredded Goddanmit O Trice's back And Oh, they so adamant I'm still at it You should see the grill on a faggot if only looks could kill But O is so accurate over this matter stagnant It's never inadequate I swear these haters need to chill It's So automatic that he is above average Jesus of Nazareth's reached his soul and so He is a talent that has managed to mechanically use a pen and a pad and the alphabet to get ahead Niggas mad cuz he single handledly getting this bread Bitches is in his bed, bullet still in his head I'm back, fully loaded I'm ready to let off lead Metal is heavy and I'm ready to let it all rip The return of the vigilante on that big party and bullshit You dig? The kid's back you biatch
I don't suffer the whispers of these envious niggas Mad cuz his nuts not in my Denim Wanna be him so much the send slugs to kill him And keep it on the hush not to become a victim Vicious, niggas I rid them I spit, piss on the statistics on that bullshit I pull up muzzle yell, send the bezel berg back to here I'mma thug, I'mma clap him till he fail and he fall I'mma ball, I'm a beast, I'm the streets I'm the reason you a broad, I'mma boss, I'm me Obie bout that change, get rich fast The Claude Van Damme of the game: Kick ass Trapped until a nigg get out of 'Caine And bounce back like whiplashes And dump my cigar ashes on you asses It's still Trice and Mathers all that matters Call that other madness, past us This is passion
My feet up, I read up Read up on a Mc who fordid, a overachiever My Visa tease them in that villa overseas in that B1w with mamacita G'd up, Jesus my cheese keep reaching up Planted the seed and then it beamed up The bean stalk being tall Now I'm balling on these motherfucking peanuts Huh, the demons wanna deliver me Wanna deem him less than enemy but O too slippery But back on you faggots nigga ain't no sympathy I don't fuck with you actors I do mine differently Trice made history, now all these fake niggas wanna mention me Couldn't wait till I break in this with my entity It don't even interest me, I'mma keep my energy spitting Obie is in this to win this and that's the ending
Compositores: Marshall B Mathers Iii (Eminem), Obie Trice, Luis Edgardo Resto ECAD: Obra #8043300