EminemYeah, told you we'd be backWelcome 2 Hell
There's a switch, I flip, emotionsCut offSo cold I done froze my butt offAnd this ain't even the tip of theIceberg yetIt's like squirting a squirt gun inThe ocean, fuck offOther words I didn't put a dentIn a can compared to theDamage I've yet to doLong as you still have feelings toHurt, I'll be around as long as youLet me get to youLong as I got two balls to palm,I'll be the bomb, you're just aFalse alarmGet scared little pissants, and seeIf I don't come along and stopYour farmThunder and lightning, rain, hail,Sleet with a tornado's the kind ofBrainstorm I getSo when the wind startsBlowing, shit, talking about goin'In?Goin' insane's more like it!Wizard of words when he heSpits hazardous with itLike a disastrous blizzard so youBetter listen quick fast don't missItYeah go ahead little prickBastard, diss itBut when you get hit with a sickAss explicit flowDon't ask how much of hisPassion is it that goesJust know, that all he knows isThisIt's better to kick ass than kiss itDick dastardly of audacity mentalCapacityUnmatched it has to be stoppedBut it can't be, but man I can'tJust keep doing them like thatOr no one will rap with me'Cept one, you asked who is it?
Guess who just came throughThe blast, you bitchesWith the ratchet, the book ofMathew, a book of matchesLightning, I'm ? white linenYou about to have to admit itThey pass you the mic, asked youTo spit itYou got handed your own ass,Your ass in your own handsSure they gonna laugh when youGo the bathroom with itNow with what would you comeAgainst us?Better be something with a bigFoot pedagreeEasily these are the reasons thatWe need to be in your prayersEach region breed some emceesThat wanna be, which meansThey wanna breath our airWith these ideas, anybodyThinkin' that the game don'tNeedThe bad and the evil regimeThat's like saying that bad boyPiston team didn't need Isaiah
Sip piss and bleed, this is aDifferent breed of emcees, ISwearBetter be aware, there's tooMuch at stake, and to findSomeone this raw on a beat isRareYou can kiss my ass and the shitStains on my underwear that IDon't even wear
This gotta be no fair, this likeHittin' the lottery, oh yeahWho you know hotter? ThereGotta be no pairShotty that I got a lobotomy, yourHairClassic, smack it, smother it, readIt and weep and perhaps you'llHave no rebuttalin'In fact, you seein' me in this rapIs like saying Tila Tequila can singLike Jasmin Sullivan
Back to badge her skull again,Push a bitch out the Aston until IGet the fuck outta dodgeShouldn't have to explain myMetaphors, ? color books thatAin't colored inSecond and third, fourth wind,Gotta another winHere they come again, noneOther than, Bad and EvilAlso known as Sadam and OsamaBinIt's been a long time, but I betNeither one of us have felt as sickAs we do right nowAnd we only get iller with time,Me and Nickel fucking shit up onThe groundsTellin' us to pipe down, it's likeTalking to a meth head (get it?Pipe? meth head? oh hilarity!)Bruce Willis on his death bed, lastBreath with an infectionFightin' it while he's watchingInternet porn, about to meet hisDeath with an erectionMy god, what I mean is, DavidCarrideine jacking his penis inFront of his tripodChoking his own neck, what partYou don't get?I'm saying I die hard!
When you listen to my bars,Nothin' but the F-I-R...EComin' out your iPod, we comeUp in a placeChicks heads start spinning likeMotherfuckin' white walls
Got your mother suckin' my ballsWhile we fuck each other, punchEach other in the eyeballsAnd I never say I'm sor...ry, the5'9 and the Fire MarshallWe spit with an intensity to shutShit down in the industryTwo different entities, with aPropensity to put these N-U-T-S