[Produced by Scoop DeVille]
[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!
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Oh my, LOOOOOOOORD! Lower the casket - DOWN!
Sprinkle the ash, or get your ass kicked, POW!
Frown, while I shit on your crown, skip TOWN
Ground zero, Shapiro the king, cash COW
(COW!) Do I make 'em say "WOW!"? Strip! OW -
BOW! I sit with the pound, (Click) POW!
BLAOW! (Click, click) BLAOW! (Click) BLAOW!
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 and never stop, cause
When we do come through, you better lock doors
(PAUSE) The wolves wanna eat, peep how they lock jaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see we cop raw
And if you ain’t had enough - What in the-fat-fishes -
Of-a-phenomenal, Fahrvergnügen-fuck, is going on?
Back with the B.A Baracus, callous bang, on another song
I’mma have these niggas nervous, and clipping they nails and dribbling -
And witness them, nibble them, like sunflower seed shells
Set these scales, got my weight up heavy, like three whales -
And I shit on these males, ‘til it's stinkin' fouler, than a weed smell -
Nigga, your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook and Insta-
Gramming an email? Talking I'm sick, I got them shook and I -
Bang 'em at retail, until they cripple,see I cook, like I’m -
Slanging a weed sale, until I triple bread, and whoop ‘em and -
Drag 'em, like females (SFU-AHE! 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 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 steaks in they gut
So gracefully and graciously, I painfully wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas, and attacking, 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, harassing and erase a nigga (WHAT!)
Keeping 'em open and blacking, until I’m leaving ‘em stuck -
And got ‘em happier, than a child in a park chasing a duck
While I’m chasing a buck, these funny niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up, like boots when I’m pushing they face in the mud -
(AHGAH!) Missiles I fling, while I spit live wire, ‘til this shit -
Circling back around, with more fire for me to melt a brick -
Surfacing back a sound, while I light up shit that'll cause a quick -
Worship and gather around, it's certain this shit'll splatter cliques -
Painful and make ‘em scatter (BLINK!) Shameful, the way I shatter (SPLIT!) -
Shit apart, it doesn't matter (RIP!) Your head up off your shoulders (WITH!) -
Bullets bigger, than a boulder, and they break ‘em and they know it's (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 vomit and rabies cake, like a pastry bitch (WE THAT SICK!)
Like I come from Haiti, I’m suggesting you pay me, don’t make me - Wanna spazz (AL-LA-LA!) Like I’m a crazy Israeli (BASTARDS)
While I bite the beat up, and I'm starting to heat up (YACK)
I’m chopping your foot off, now it’s mine, and I’m putting my feet up (BLAUH!)
Back to the hood and off to the wild, and I’m hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long, niggas is asking if the hook had died
Naw, but the beat is fried!
[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!
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Apparently, 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's 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, "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 time? (Shady!) I 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 of crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication, of what you maybe 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, who raps nasally
Eyes hazely, rhymes crazily, but sounds like he may need
Some Flonase when he's 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, with 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 rippin' shop
Raisin' hell up in Drew's, 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 the S.O.G., like a wet log
Pores never get clogged, I'm so full of self-esteem, that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y’all (Y'all!)
Steady on the left, y’all, step off, 'fore you get stepped on soft
'Bout as commercial, as my fucking Lear jet, 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
And "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
[Outro]
Yo, chill, man! CHILL!
