[2 Chainz]2 Chainz!Yeah, yeah
Take 'em to church, I'm talkin' the tabernacleIt's the return of the body snatcherWalk in the spot, make my woman smack ya (Whoo!)In a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam's ApplePull up in the candy car eatin' a candy barAnd my girl eatin' a candy appleYuh, I line their ass up, I aim at their CruiserAll of these stones on my neck, uhThey must have looked at MedusaPockets Rasputia of courseI drove some rims to courtI fucked some twins beforeI had a Benz before, this is the sin reportThis is the murder murder, pass the burner, EmYour money shorter than an acronymBig body when I'm backin' inLadi-dadi, got a bunch of bodiesNiggas fakin', nigga, human traffickin' (woo)I'm on the Act again, this ain't a accidentKing like Ak-ronI run the trap again, you on the treadmill (treadmill)Never, Neverland shit came with a Ferris wheel (goddamn)Ferris day off, baby, AR in the same carMost of y'all my sons, aww, look at little JRF-12 same color Kate MossUgh, I'm talkin' wrist in the potI'm talkin' this and you notI'm talkin' bricks and you notI'm talkin' straight up and down, nigga, like 6 o'clockThis is the equinox, this what the people wantSomebody at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh
[PHresher]I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septicAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex withThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shitI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah
Do me a favor, don't do me no favorsThese bitches got flavorsThey all wanna smoke but ain't doin' no laborBut they shoppin' at Raleys, they stingin' like tasersAct Hollywood like they play for the LakersThey fly on the latestCrocs, alligators, say hi to my hatersPardon my neighbor, we eatin'That chicken, lobster, potatoesYou must be sniffin' that yayoIf you don't think I'm that niggaSwagger on 10 since a day oldIt's a-okay though, whippin' up whip like it's mayoEvery track is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.OGo off your head like I'm AyoOut of this world, talkin' NATOIt's 'cause of jail, don't be an A-hole'Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so (lay low!)Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no duesReal nigga, you ain't break no rulesHigh school, niggas ate yo foodMight dumb it down a little, but I ain't no foolNiggas hate every day, B (yeah)Shit is O.C. lately (yeah)Gotta break 'em off with these Dre beats (yeah)Or I might go crazy (yeah)These niggas too goddamn lazyDon't ever, ever, ever try to play meLil' shawty now comin' from BKBut I'm tryna come up like JAY-ZNothin' but love from my heart, I feel entitled to titlesFuck it, man, I want the title, my mission is goin' viral
I'm at your throat like Chloraseptic, 'septicAnd you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex withThis shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shitI'm at your throat, I'm feelin' reckless, reckless, yeah
[Eminem]Bin Laden with a pen, body it againI begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda beenAli or the Svengali embodiment of sinLike a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an eventIn the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intentAnd I will not even relent up on a littleLike Osama with a bomb under the binAnd down the middle of the PentagonAnd hit a kindergartener with a rental, stop!Back and forth, back and forthLike Jack Kevorkian's ass to courtRap mature! Why can't you be like Macklemore? (Huh?)Why you always gotta smack a whore?It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resortSomething's gotta give, that's for sureYet you keep comin' back for moreNot as raw as I was, Walk on Water sucksBitch, suck my dick!Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you heard itSo you formed your verdictWhile you sat with your arms crossedDid your little reaction videos and talked over songs (chill!)Nah, dog, y'all sayin' I lost it, your fuckin' marbles are goneBut nowadays, every flow, every cadence sounds the sameBrain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hateReal pain in the paper, I don't traceBut if I look strange and out of placeIt's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta spaceYeah, from 7 Mile in NovaraTo how can I be down?, all of us tryna pile in the car (yeah!)We shot for the stars, yeah'Cause we only got so much time in this world (yeah!)So rewind it to your high school dance to the night beforeIf you think you're promised tomorrow (yeah!)Now I'm 'bout to fool againThis tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is litA freakin' lunatic, a human computer chipAnd I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chickIf I was you I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm inI'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior MintShow me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwedEmpty the lubricant and put super glue in itHow many fuckin' rappers did I go through?Dispel doubt but you won't admit I smoked youAnd was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuitBut am I s'posed to sound like everything else out?'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself nowAnd I can see the fair-weather fans and sales downBut the only way I care is if I let myself downBut what the fuck have I awoke to?Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro ToolsI know you still want me to ill out, don't you?Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out, openFire on your whole camp with this spit I wrote youSo chill out, no, youHoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote youThen I took a stand, went at Tan-FaceAnd practically cut my mothafuckin' fan base in half and still outsold youYou just called my shit trashThank God, I rap better when the odds are stackedRevival's wack, I don't like the Zombie trackOr when he's talkin' that garbage psychotic crapWhere's your content at? What's with all the conscious rap?P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that (yeah!)I just added to the fuel in my rocket pack'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'emIdiotic from the fuckin' embryonic sacTo the bodybag, I'll be backAnd when I am, I'll be at your fuckin' throat like?