Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's "fuck the world", get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing about her Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers I'm rolling Sweets, I'm smoking sour Married to the game but she broke her vows That's why my bars are full of broken bottles And my night stands are full of open Bibles, uh. I think about more than I forget But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat And these niggas know I lay them down, make them beg Bitches try to kick me while I'm down: I'll break your leg Money outweighing problems on a triple beam I'm sticking to the script, you niggas skipping scenes, uh. Be good or be good at it Fucking right I've got my gun, semi-Cartermatic Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's "fuck what they say" I'm high as a bitch: up, up and away Man, I'll come down in a couple of days OK, you want me up in a cage, then I'll come out in beast mode I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the cheat code It's Weezy motherfucker, blood gang and I'm in bleed mode All about my dough but I don't even check the peep-hole So you can keep knocking but won't knock me down No love lost, no love found
[Verse 2 ‒ Eminem] I'm alive again More alive than I have been in my whole entire life I can see these people's ears perk up as I begin To spaz with the pen, I'm a little bit sicker than most Shit's finna get thick again They say the competition is stiff But I get a hard dick from this shit, now stick it in I ain't never giving in again Caution to the wind, complete freedom Look at these rappers, how I treat them So why the fuck would I join 'em when I beat 'em They call me a freak 'cause I like to spit on these pussies 'fore I eat them Man get these whack cocksuckers off stage Where the fuck is Kanye when you need him? Snatch the mic from him, bitch I'mma let you finish in a minute Yeah that rap was tight But I'm 'bout to spit the greatest verse of all time So you might wanna go back to the lab tonight and um Scribble out them rhymes you were gonna spit And start over from scratch and write new ones But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump In the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd You can see the sparks from hot metal Cold-hearted from the day I Bogarted the game I so started to rock fellow When I'm not even in my harshest You can still get roasted 'cause Marsh is not mellow Til I'm toppling from the top I'm not going to stop I'm standing on my Monopoly board That means I'm on top of my game and it don't stop Til my hip don't hop anymore (shit) When you're so good that you can't say it 'Cause it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore (shit) People just get sick cause you spit These fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore And you can never break my stride You never slow the momentum at any moment I'm about to blow You'll never take my pride Killing the flow, slow venom and the opponent Is getting no mercy, mark my words Ain't letting up, relentless I smell blood, I don't give a fuck: keep giving them hell Where was you when I fell and needed help up? You get no love