[50 Cent]I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared, yeah yeahI can hear your heartbeat, you're scared [x2]
You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazyI see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make meThey wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage meI'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
[50 Cent]Look look, I come from a different crew, you fuck with me, I'll get to youA clip or two'll cripple you, just 'cause I ain't got shit to doPistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stopEenie meenie miney moe, now tre pound or 44Pick a strap to take the mag. The hawk I'll stab it in your backI'll blow your brains, I know your nameAnd where you rest, I'll make a messThe holla tips'll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMSCome pick you up, You know you fuckedWhen you get on a stretcher'cause I'll come in ta ICU, to see you off to heavenThe system I done been through. If there's nothing you did to meThey locked me up they let me out, you seen this in the moviesThe criminals be criminals, why they up in corrections?They come on get a 9, nigga me grind to perfectionIt's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballisticsBut they can't find a fingerprint this shit's going terrificHe's so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it
[Eminem]Man these are average raps, I'm keepin the savage batch hiddenThe can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lidYou pop off the top it's like opening vats of acidBeat the Octamom to death with a Cabbage Patch KidAttack a snatch, yeah there's something to jack a batch inImpregnate her then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac 10sTriplets, quadruplets and a couple of back to back twinsDead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back againThe Rippers at your service, girl I can see that your nervousBut I barely scratch the surface, like my last batch of girlfriendsThat I buried in my fuckin backyard. Still trying to dig their way outI foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay outIt's past your curfew when its dark, I'm searchin for you in the parkShady murdered him another virgin he just hit his markHe met his quota for the month. They found Dakota all rolled upInside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a blockDisappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a dropCause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the copsCSI they hate us but they gotta give a lot of propsThe drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter top.
[Eminem]I'm as ill as can beMy appeal is to serial killers, what a pill is to me,Killing so villainously,Still as maniacal on the Nyquil and psycho as Michael Myers,You know what we're like on the muthafucking mic so try usAnd you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers.
[50 Cent]It's operation time they got em hooked up to wires,Queezing, he bleeding, wheezing, breathing he half dead,He must say no, but now he know how shady the Math is,Even murderous tactics, get better with practice,Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn,Truly ours Julia, you better learn learn.
[Eminem]Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah homie turn turn,I'm debating, mutilating the lady,You've been waiting for shadyAnd Fif. Ain't no duplicating it baby,There's a baby in the drive, there's a torso in the washer,I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her,Arms and legs in the garbage cos the rest of her, I lost her,Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's I squashed her,And put her through the ringer and hung her over the wash tub.
[50 Cent]When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that'll cough upA hard rock, a soft fuckGet caught up and get washed up,In Detroit or Northfolk,When it's disrupt and nauseas,Look deep in my eyes, see Many Many Men die,I swing gym stars faster than Samurai.