Eminem] Once again it's the sinister cynical minister Shady Kryptonite to Superman he's a dentist to Amy Administer of the pain Just finished huffin the paint And muffled the fumes like it was nothin because it ain't Anything in his his way His enemies he just slays His venom he sprays Reaches like beams of energy rays Menecing stance He glares making the hairs all on the back of your neck stand Like Dracula yep Spectacular rep he's a tarantula Gargantuan yeah Angela So I command you to start dancin Part Manson part Hannibal Part mechanical shark throwin Animal parts at Scarlett Johannson Enter my gas chamber Ya gangster? my ass He's got his fangs to your neck He's set to strangle your ass
[Royce Da 5'9"] Too many Indians and no chiefs I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints When I bless a joint, it's like Spock Came up in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point I got the voc' in touch, I tell my bitch I'ma Give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up Too many enemies and no killers Too many that hate snitchin' but know squealers I get stacks, I blam hard With the click-clack, that Antarctica wrist wrap I spit crack for yard niggaz to get dope Y'all gotta wait for the transporter to get back So who's the illest, what you talkin' 'bout? Die Hard like you Bruce Willis when I shoot to kill it Too many hood guys, not enough good guys The way you say pussy in plural, is puss-i
[Chorus One] I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone When I'm kickin' them flows on that microphone The illest nigga that's holdin' that microphone I put my heart and my soul in that microphone
I put it down on that microphone Turn up the muthafuckin' sound on that microphone
[Lil' Wayne] Okay, hello, it's the Martian, Space Jam Jordans I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target If I had one guess, then I guess I'm just New Orleans And I will never stop, like I'm runnin' from the cops Hopped up in my car and told my chauffer “To the top” Life is such a fucker roller coaster, then it drops But what should I scream for? This is my theme park My mind shine even when my thoughts seem dark Pistol on my side, you don't want to hear that thing talk Let the king talk, check the price and pay attention Lil Wayne, that's what they got to say or mention I'm like Nevada in the middle of the summer I'm resting in the lead, I need a pillow and a cover Shhh, my foot's sleepin' on the gas No brake pads, no such thing as last Uh, uh
[Chorus Two] I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone When I'm kickin' them flows on that microphone The illest nigga that's holdin' that microphone I put my heart and my soul in that microphone
I put it down on that microphone Turn up the muthafuckin' sound on that microphone