There they go, packing stadiums as Shady spits his flow Nuts they go, Macadamia, they go so ballistic, whoa He can make them look like bozos, he’s wondering if he should spit this slow Fuck no! Go for broke, this cup just runneth over, oh no He ain’t had him a buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed They been waiting patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose Back into the game and they know, rap will never be same as before Bashing in the brains of these hoes and establishing the name as he goes The passion in the flame is ignited, you can’t put it out once we light it This shit is exactly what the fuck that I’m talking about when we riot You dealing with a few true villains Who stand inside of a booth, truth spilling And spit true feelings until our tooth fillings come flyin’ up outta of our mouths Now rewind it Pay back mothafucka for the way, how’s it taste? When I slap the taste out a your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place I’m Hannibal Lecter, so just in case you’re thinking of saving face You ain’t gonna have no face to save by the time I’m through with this place, so Drake