[Intro: DJ Premier & Royce da 5’9”]

Nickel, tell 'em what it is

(This is a world premiere)

[Verse 1]

Look, I'm in a zone for reala

In a freezer with Medusa, I'm fucking a stone-cold killer

Your bitch vibing, I'm inside her and I tell your kids this:

Daddy's been doing more dick riding than Kari Wigton

I'm very venomous, you very innocent and

I will send a monster to your house, call him Harry Henderson

Oh my God, I was just in jail, then the

Devil caught pneumonia, and it made me sick as hell

You niggas counting me out can get the riches still

You're all in the Matrix, shoulda picked a different pill

You about to see how far that Paul Rosenberg will go

The height of my game is like DeMar DeRozan vertical

No one understands me, only one sicker than me is Em

I'm the new 'D' MC, it runs in the family

[Interlude]

"Man why that nigga gotta bring Em name up all the time?

Man that nigga wouldn't even be rich without that nigga"

Shut up, faggot!

[Chorus]

I come to embarrass y'all rappers

I should run a marathon backwards

So I could see what second place look like

"Too many sick niggas, Nickel bring the remedy"

"Make it real clear"

I come to embarrass y'all rappers

I should run a marathon backwards

So I could see what second place look like

("You not ready for the raw deal, it's all real," "kiss the ring, be gone!")

[Verse 2]

I'm the magnificent with the sensational style

My wedding with the streets got the cake but no vows

I'm arrogant as fuck, who cares? You suck

Rappers talking about "We the best" have been to Paris too much

Who hot? Who sick? Shit, I'm like a Theraflu slush

Y'all ain't fly, y'all fallin' slow with the parachute up-up

I'm a face-slapper, niggas sleeping on an outfit

Call us Taylor Gang 'cept we Wake and Bake rappers

Slaughter/Yelawolf responsible for haters' actions

Y'all on Gilligan's Island, find a greater Captain

Ha-ha, victory laugh

Even my photographer's happy, picture me mad

I feel well, your bitch sucked my dick, I nutted on the floor

Left her standing there crying over spilled milk

[Chorus]

I come to embarrass y'all rappers

I should run a marathon backwards

So I could see what second place look like

"Too many sick niggas, Nickel bring the remedy"

"Make it real clear"

I come to embarrass y'all rappers

I should run a marathon backwards

So I could see what second place look like

("You not ready for the raw deal, it's all real," kiss the ring, be gone!)

[Verse 3]

My swing's like chains on a playground

I bust fly plus I'm about to put some wings on a Greyhound

My theory of you is: you lie and you drink beer

And I ain't hearing ya so you must be from Liberia

I wave bye like Hitler, 100-round Thumper

Bulletproof what? You gon' need an underground bunker

I aim where you should go

I put my whole life on the net, even my weapons

I am Bazooka Joe, ugh

We the shit, nigga eat a dick

We'll make him eat his words, we the stones, he the sticks

I'm going yelling Shady everywhere

Smacking niggas' bitches with they lipstick and they baby with they teddy bear

To you and your man: ain't gon' be no Talladega Night

I come to question y'all and y'all don't know what to do with your hands

Nickle Preme, killer team

At a different dealer every day like a fickle fiend

[Chorus]

I come to embarrass y'all rappers

I should run a marathon backwards

So I could see what second place look like

"Too many sick niggas, Nickel bring the remedy"

"Make it real clear"

I come to embarrass y'all rappers

I should run a marathon backwards

So I could see what second place look like

("You not ready for the raw deal, it's all real," kiss the ring, be gone!)