[Eminem] Nah, we ain't goin (*echo*) I love bein hated, it great it Let's me know that I made it I wouldn't have it no other way I wouldn't trade it for the world Only let's me know that I'm loved by so many other motherfuckers that ain't you And as long, as you keep fuckin with us, we keep fuckin you up Klebefolie Kariert And keep pullin the rug from up under you And what's ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin so much there ain't nothin that we love more than +Pullin Your Skirts Up+ And exposin you hoes so much, people are startin to wonder what's up with them fuckin one dough a man under-els Do unto others of you will have done under you So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you (*gun cocks*) You will ask youself, how come your mans didn't enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chance You keep askin us to keep it on wax but we can't Haus kauf Leverkusen This is past any irrationalization We have captured national media attention Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin soon as we enter the '106th & Park' building Someone's gonna get killed and I swear to God if someone so much as even touches one of my people I'll put a million on his head And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it But I'd rather rap than get into this gangsta shit And it ain't because I'm a bitch It's because I ain't a bitch, I don't endanger people that I'm with Fussball Regeln I'm a general, I ain't Bush, I don't send my soldiers to war I'm right there in the middle of the shit with 'em, so when I do get 'em Orders to storm your headquarters, you'll be fuckin with a ..
[Swifty McVay] Fuckin with a peacekeeper, see you the nigga that greet this lyrical meat cleaver That I eat ya, niggaz wanna keep speakin, like it ain't even that deep I got heat that'll sweep a niggaz street (*explosion*) See I wouldn't fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya I'll be searchin for you longer than the "Legend of Zelda" Without a failure, there's gonna be hell to tell the korschenbroich immobilien captain that a bassett hound couldn't even smell ya body, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shit You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch You get bombed like Lebanon (*explosion*) with my own tactic I snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids
[Obie Trice] Motherfucker, I'll handle you We can have it out on any Avenue A +Average Man+ flipped into an animal Shoot out your mandibles Selber basteln Cannons and ammunition, reload with precision Nigga know the mechanicals Break the pistol down, you should see them handles The street taught the child, no read up manuals Push your crack vows, young Nino Brown Chasin green is the dream, when your young and brown Bound to be a problem child, look what I'm involved in now A 'Dozen Dirty' niggaz and they all get down Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours When revolvers we said "all men get down" (*gunshot*, c'mon) Leverkusen-Schlebusch [Kuniva] While your punchin and tacklin punks I'm handlin chumps, packin a pump that's longer than the elephant trunk (*gun cocks*) On the streets I'm a beast, I feast upon the weak So speak beef, I'll shot you and scream "increase the peace" A monster, pistol packin pushin niggaz off they Hondas Starve ya, get it crackin, yankin bitches for they ganja Sneaky as fuck, I don't think mama beat me enough When she was sleepin stuff, I was stealin the keys to the truck Shut the fuck up, before you end up dead in the dump truck Or in the streets takin a nap, bleedin and Lugged up +Who Want What+ like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep Then fuck it, it will be ten sleepin (*gunshots*)
[Proof] Know much about my a land ski Don't tustle with my hand speed Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed We ferocious, toast no holsters Approach us, throw heat straight from the soldiers (c'mon, *gunshot*) We the soldiers, ya'll the youngsters (ha) Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster (*gunshot*) Upstairs the Munsters, hand full of drama You scared of the drama, bomber the monster (*gun cocks*, boof) I'm back nigga (woof), I reappear Shoot like (*gunshot*), homie steer clear Blackness, carcass covered with cat fish We murkers with no purpose other than practice
[Bizarre] There's three things I hate: liars, fakes and cheaters Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin wife beaters A gat that describes my life I don't even know who song this is (*Obie Trice*) Bitch, Bizarre don't give a fuck about no hip hop At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks (*laughing*) This Ja Rule beef I ain't gettin in I'll meet an R & B singer to sing at my wedding I turn your face into a fuckin meat patty I'll fuck your mommy and go fishin with your granny I'll +Shit on You+, I'll pee on R. Kelly too This is Bizarre, see you "Devil's Night 2"
