[Verse 1: Eminem] Life handed me lemons I jump back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it By now you just wish I’d fucking die but I electrify Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by Guess who, what’s happening guys? They told me to shit, I fell off that pot Hopped right back up on that crapper and I Said "fuck you” with a capital I Look who’s back to antagonize You don’t like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die You right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit, better get to the back of the line You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that Battle, what kind of rapper would I be before I let another rapper think he’s hot I’ll bury my face in his stinky twat and go alalalala Girl my head space is limited, ain’t even room in the back of my mind That’s why I ain’t thinking about you, I don’t got time and I told you a thousand times So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in Royce’s back and at the same time put juice in mine? Goddamnit Slaughterhouse is signed!!!
SLAUGHTERHOUSE
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] I should be the one that goes slow.. nah, get a stopwatch, clock my flow Hit the button on top, watch the jaw drop, oh-oh, that's that Aww Yaowa, when I drop I go outta space Blackout like Darth Vader’s face, placed in a molten shower Say something and get them proper mama poppa pouring out vodka Mama Mia, Em pass me the seeds, it’s (?) Slaughterhouse got signed Better yet boy go home, better yet boy G4 Chrome, better jet boy Mark Sanchez, Santanio Holmes, I’m not just any old homeboy Sitting in a lab picking up a pad I be spitting bad, I'mma get you mad with this gift I have Lord duck sufferin succotash when the trigger blast I’mma put your beak on your fitted hat Where the liquor at? Sip of yak that bitch and a vicious track (?) Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West like we’re tired of living at New York here’s a piggyback ride to the motherland, hold on brotherman, on the other hand Get down, I’m gutter fam, gun butt you with the Eagle handle Cunningham I don’t wanna talk, I just wanna beef, I don’t want a piece, I want it all baby boy I don’t wanna eat, I wanna feast up (?) rough piece of shit, you done weak, I’m the one, capiche?