[Intro]

One, two, three

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]

This here is the verbal onslaught

We decide who gonna set it off with a coin toss

Pull out the big pencil while the coin's suspended in air

Before it can hit the floor I'ma give you

'Bout fifty-nine reasons in the form of a lyrical beating

Why nobody could compete with a flipped nickel

I'm with your chick though, she said you ain't a man, damn

She said all you can do is split though, like Van Damme

You could put me on any tempo

I'll be buggin' out and findin' the pocket in it

More phantom than the one where that man asked that other man

To give his hand out of it before they slayin' a brother mouth

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]

Outta Oz, I'm a wizard with the speech

Y'all all under that house like the Wicked Witch feet

Sittin' in enemies' suite, feminine geeks against the elite

Diss Eminem's fleet, dress better than fleek

These ain't knocks, why you checkin' my sneak's?

Once I'll go get the receipt, these was like eleven pockets

Julian Edelman deep, I settle the beef with my enemies

Heckle a Koch killer A1, independently

Clear out vicinities like I'm wearin' out her virginity

Synergy, energy's unmatched, Canelo and Dempsey

Say hello to your senseis, 'cause since we been

On the scene, y'all been sensitive, I can sense all the nonsense and envy

[Verse 3: KXNG Crooked]

I wish you unimaginative pigs

Didn't choose rappin' as a gig

Last rapper I couldn't stand, I kidnapped him while he was nappin' in his crib

Backin' the hammer, I cracked him in the wig

Call it a hairline fracture, that's for the wack rappin' that he did

Man, he panicked and he slid out the rope, had to jack him up again

Snapped his arm backwards

He seen his own fuckin' bone pass through his skin

I shoved the bone inside of his abdomen

He had to be mad at me for usin' a part of his own anatomy

To happily stab him in the ribs, ha, laughin' again

Tragedy has to happen when rapping with Em

[Verse 4: Eminem]

Stick a javelin in his Adam's apple and if I can't get it in

Start unravelling his intestine in less than a half minute, then

Stretch it like elastic until it begins to snap like a chin

Strap and then stand with a grin (Chka)

Your majesty, glad you're back, it's King Mathers

The only thing these faggots get held as is the captive

And when it comes to the pen, I keep goin' in, get served like a fuckin' kid

With a napkin, a bib, a fork, get the coroner, rigor mortis

Has competition, as stiff as boards, boydin' all, godspeed

So forgive me, Lord, appalling and jaw-dropping, still as sick and warped

Even hot emcees all cop pleased while they're pissin' drawers

Get the shotty and I'll cock, squeeze like a frickin' whore

So why do you all called police? The decision's poor

'Cause not even law stops me, you were misinformed

Forget the morgue, why the fuck y'all cops need a mortician for?

Nobody at all tops E, like a missin' corpse

[Verse 5: Joe Budden]

Somebody get Paul, lock me in a prison ward

With Nadia and let her top me 'til my tip is soft

For practice, should've known we'd attack this (Why?)

My whole squad criminal minded, check the blacklist

Paper chasers, caged razers, abrasive

Based off hatred, a nigga faced with cases

Raised in the matrix, Biz marks get a the taste of the vapours

Chance of seein' me is greater with LASIK, Joey

Not a rook, shorty with me, could tell a vet

A bill maker deflate balls, come give my bell a check

If I hit the yard on the bar gettin' hella wrecked

Won't though, normally I'm free for the bail to set

I be in tailored threads, tell me who the hell is next

[Verse 6: Eminem]

The smell of sex, fire accelerants, Breck's and Celebrex

Inhalants, X, and I'm high on Chanel, and Insect repellent, meth

And- c'mon, Em, stop, I mean, stop

Ain't no stoppin' the vel-ocity of skill, ill

Shocking, like Silkk the Shocker in silk stockings

And still copping a feel like Bill Cosby at will

After pill poppin' and spilled Oxy's in Jill's coffee

And send her out to the lobby a lil' wobbly and still groggy

I'm real cocky 'til I get real sloppy, then she'll probably

Just squeal on me, 'til then I'ma chill like Chill Rob G

You still serial kill, copy, you Xerox me

But lyrics are top tier, your career's flopping

That's why you're salty as tear drops, I can make a Lear stop in

Mid-air and drop in the ocean and all you hear's plop

Then float up to the sky when I talk, bitch, I'm so fly, when I walk, my ears pop

[Verse 7: Joell Oritz]

I'm on the East side of New York, near the fish spot

Poke you with the side of this fork, my grits not

Ha, I pull over, it looks like I made a pit stop

Wouldn't stop cars through the streets, it feel like I skip blocks

Bitches get back to me right away

I give 'em the signal, fuck 'em, then let 'em go like they got the right of way

I'm tryna write away the anger from my past

When they wouldn't let me smash, but I guess I'll get 'em back

When I fuck 'em in they ass, have 'em suffer and suck on my bubble bag

You better not fuckin' gag either, guzzle, brag

Your mouth's raising my kids, that's the plan, B

Smile, show me one big happy family

[Verse 8: Royce da 5'9" & Joe Budden]

I met her on the East coast, somewhere near D&D

Preemo said she did porn, and she be on TMZ

I took here somewhere far away that I don't care being seen

She saw me use this application called AirBnB

Started asking questions, bullshit that I ain't wanna hear at all

Stressing, if we being honest, I ain't care at all

Man, I hate them questions, told her that's an application

I got on my phone to find a place so I can fuck her

She found it so sexy, I kept it so brutally honest with her

Ever since then, man, she's been waving my flag like a patriotic mother

I'm holding the four boards, the tu-tu

I heard them boys ran down on you

Like you do for a new shoe (New shoe)

[Verse 9: Eminem]

So fuck you too, whore, and screw you

I knew you would probably go screw Royce, but you blew

Schoolboy Q, Posdnuos, Trugoy, Plug Two too

You bout to get beaten by you four, I move boot

Up your poop chute, up and down two floors, I threw you

So shooby-di-dooby-di-woo, joy, treat you, you

Like a Shih Tzu with a new chew toy, I chewed you

A new one, tissue won't be an issue but, bitch

You might have to learn to shit through this new rectum

I ripped you, fist you, like a pistol

'Cause bitch, even if you went away, only way I'll say I missed you

Is if I swung and I didn't hit you

Wicked intentions, I'm sick with the pen when I diss you

But I'll stick you with pencils then I'm pickin' up ginsus and switchin' to kitchen utensils

This is the most suspenseful, potentially gross and intense moment, the wench

Dove at me, hence I just bent over, she went, "No"

And she went out the window of the tenth floor, hit the Smithso-

Nian, winds blowing, this hoe's in a trench coat

She begins floating and hits a fencepost

I hate this bitch, but I cringed though as both her shins broke

Michael Douglas and Glenn Close, if only that French toast

Would've been on that stove when I came home, you wouldn't have got beat

[Outro: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9'']

Thick skull, sicko, drinking at Big Gulp with a slit throat

Spit frozen coke from my lymph nodes (Em!), in pimp mode

Get the nympho's info with the symposium while I sniff blow

Listen, we get it, we get it, we get it, we get it

That's enough, we gotta let them hear the rest of this album

We'll let them hear the rest of this song later (In the fifth row with a clip show, with Flipmode)

We'll let them hear the rest of this song later (Up in this clip, tryna tiptoe in snow, drip more, and the clip oh-)