Ugh, ha (Da-na na-na-na)
Nah, fuck an intro, man, let’s just go (Yeah!)

I come around like what goes around
What goes up must come down
Anyone who comes up must go down
Might as well go for the gusto now
Better not let up, better not let them breathe
Last shot, give it all you got
Try to turn me down, bitch
Get fucked with a volume knob, fuck all you snobs
Hoes, I hope all you rot
Two bottles of Lubriderm and a box of condoms
Is that all you brought?
And you want a ménage à trois, you twats?
Fuck that, I’d rather turn this club to a barroom brawl
Get rowdy as Roethlisberger in a bathroom stall
Like a leech stuck in a vacuum, y’all
Ain’t nothing but a whole lot of sucking going on in rap
Yeah, but I’m home
Bad to the bone, back in the zone
Let him alone, you don’t want to go eggin’ him on
It’ll never be my chair that you own
Crown so tight that it cuts off circulation to the brain
No oxygen—other words, there’s no heir to the throne
When I die so does hip-hop
Hitchcock of the shit, bitch, ask Doc
Got it ziplocked in a bag
You fags ain’t been able to fade me since Kid Rock had a high-top
Keep bloggin’ while I mind-boggle
And I zone like I’m in the twilight, dog
Get off my bone, this is my mic, doggone it
I like hoggin’ it
Flows so wet, I’ma take this beat tobogganing
I’m waterloggin’ it—I’m sogging it
Pull your verse out the beat and stomp on it
Suplexing it on cement
Like I’m on some “Straight Outta Compton” shit
Take this dick and chomp on it
I’m so bad I can bitchslap a backhanded compliment
Jackass, eat a donkey dick
The game I just about conquered it
Like Donkey Kong, I’m bonkers, bitch
I’m the king of this honkey shit
I reign supreme in this honkey shit
No sense screaming and arguing
Makes no difference whether a Benz or a Bentley
Or a Bimmer’s the car you in
You think you ball? Well, I palm it
I throw up bombs when I vomit
Boy, I throw down in the kitchen
Might hit your mom with my omelette
But you got egg on your face
Now watch me drop an atomic
I should be strapped to the chest of a kamikaze
Bitch, I’m as batshit as Ozzy
It’s obvious, you can tell right off the bat
No pun intended, but come any closer, I’ll bite off your head
Tryna give me the finger’s kinda like giving a spider the web
I’m just gonna spin it and try to use it to my advantage
I’ll catch a fly in that bitch, you think you fly, you just food
I give as much of a flying fuck as that Superman dude
Guess I just do what you can’t do
And make you look stupid and bamboozled
Confused as usual and you can get whipped
She can open a can, too
But you better hope you can handle the heat
Or stay the fuck outta Hell’s Kitchen
I came to cockblock like a square fucking male chicken
Yeah, it’s Shady, slut, the rest can suck on that big one
‘Cause I’m as despicable as Daffy Duck when I’m spittin’

Haha, Recovery