[Verse 1: Kuniva]

Yo, it's Kuniva, I'll cuss hoes out like a drunk sailor

And cock the hammer back like Tim "The Tool Man" Taylor

You best be on your best behavior before I slay ya

And watch the video of your life with your Lord Savior

I can go in off your mom, they get along when they see the gun

And Dirty Dozen cross my arm and it ain't a secret, get scared

And be nervous ‘cause I'ma be in jail in a cell with C-Murder

Shady is a general, a soldier form I showed it to him

He saved my life, I owe it too him, so compare it to anybody

I serve you on a platter, your words dont even matter

You all you leavin' badder

I'm a hazard without bowl and loop doop

I shoot through people at super markets

While they ringin' up your fruit loops

You challengers get pushed off banisters

I'm unavoidable like anvals, droppin' on toon characters

[Verse 2: Swifty]

I'm the freak slasher, chop bodies up in meat packer

I reach back for the necks, choppin' your feet faster

Than Steven King, I repeatedly beat bastards

The pops for result of havin' a meet in maggots

When I see faggots, put three in they fleece jackets

You bleed rapid, poppin' all in your lead actors

Speed and acids when I mourn, didn't even ask for it

Technique's hazardous, you needin' Jesus of Nazereth

To see what's happenin', means havin' your teeth chatterin'

Speak battlin', heat splatter your peeps abdomin

Sweet fashion, I reload and I keep blastin'

I breathe action, if you dont believe ask him

[Verse 3: Kon Artis]

I'm sick of bitches, man, I done heard enough shit

Talk a lot of mouth like they wanna do it

Then they pull down they pants and then I shoot fluid

Then they start runnin', screamin' like they God called them

And I called them back and then pulled a crackin' in

Stick my dick up in and make them rap again

They wanna rap for me and tell me that they love me

Kon Artis, you're my daddy and I dont wanna be your hubby

I can't be your hub, baby, I ain't gettin married

I'm stand fuckin' bitches, it really very scary

My lil cousin named Terry told me that I fucked him too long

And then I gotta get a Jerry curl to make 'em all keep drippin'

You niggas know I never really be trippin', my beats bang

Make ears bleed through Walkman's

That's why people ignore you like you ain't even talkin'

You chit chatter and get splattered by a disease beat addict

That spit spontanious like a Prayin Mantis, I cut you off

Pickin' that gang green, your man seen how I get ignorant

By losin' my spleen, the truth of the seen as soon as my team

Get on, we rule cities like 'Zila through Hong Kong

You wanna knew, you wanna know

You gotta ask my man Proof how the fuck the flow goes

[Verse 4: Proof]

Pull it back, pull it back, pull it back, pull it back

We ain't wentin' no where, we sippin' Champagne

Shady Records, ain't nobody better than us

Shady Records, no chedder than us

Shady Records, ain't nobody better than us

Shady Records, I got your ears goin'

Like it's sparkles in my rhymes

Hotter than a felon in a carload full of 9's

Got the sparkles out to shine, get your back up

And get your dollars out your spines

Because the head is ill, I'm in love with Natasha Betinville

Yo, faster than a Porsche

Make you disappear like advertisement in The Source

So do it, baby, I want the sugar, baby

My sift from the rabies

Yo, Proof, D12, is on the hiatus, on a scale from 1-10

I'm an 8, wait, you don't know how 8 is, 8 is Jigga

That's me, 9 is Slim, 10 is Slim, now I finally give you

The time I give you to Bom Artis has got promise

And me and Proof and Swift and the Kon Artis

And it ain't over, boy, who you beef with, trust me

I'll tell you Puffy and you can lose big ‘cause it's that

Face it, I'm a brick face, you get it laced with a switch blade

Yo, I stab you with a mixtape

Tell your girl, ask her how my dick taste

I told you once before that I'm a brick face

I'm a big and I shine, plus I spit mace

Make all the bad boys that's missin' listen up

Yo, next on this transition, and you know how it is

And you know when it's gravy

Next up, chigga-chigga Slim Shady

[Verse 5: Eminem]

I done figured this rap shit out

I map shit out strategically

Timing is everything and that seems to be the key

To my success, it's worked for me repeatedly

Let 'em diss you first, and respond immediately

In order to master the art of war, don't start a war

Shit, not no more, we done scared 'em off, there are no more

Victims to sic, I'm fixin' to pick some and start shit

Ain't got no pictures to rip and shit to throw darts at

Ain't got no more targets, shit, Irv and Jeff

We done beat 'em to death, Benzino in debt

There seems to just be no one left to bully, Bush is pussy

Why the fuck you think his name's Bush? Puss is bushy

Ain't shit goin' on, shit, I been gettin' so bored lately

I'm thinkin of doin' some shit

To get you to go and hate me again

To tell the truth, I liked the shit better then

Shit, I could spit better, I'm 'bout to kick this sick shit again

Look, the game just ain't the same, it's changin'

Shit, Dre's quittin', Jay's quittin'

Now it's just wangstas just sayin' the same shit

It's fake and it's ancient

It's makin' me so bored, I'ma just make a new language

Fubba you cubba kubba, yubba yub yubba yooba

Yooba can subbabick my dubbibbabick through a tooba

Summaladoomalama

I'm not a human, I'm a suicider supersonic suicidal unabomber

You think I'm the new Osama

Press thinks I'm the new Madonna

Jeffery Dahmer left me with his legacy to carry on

A lot of talk and rumors honest

"Who's the hottest?" – to be honest

Hip-hop ain't been the same since 2Pac moved to Cuba on us

[Outro: Proof]

Ayo, Shady Records, ain't nobody better than us

Shady Records, ain't gettin' more cheddar than us

Shady Records, ain't nobody better than us

Shady Records, muh'fucka, more cheddar than us