[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] (Royce Da 5'9", AKA Nickel) Uh, Nickel Nine'll play the line and lift your mind up She got you back, blow her back out, pick your spine up I live life lifeless, I'm young 'til I'm done My mid-life crisis, will be when I'm a hundred-and-one My life's an accident, my mic is a gun My daughter and my son's life is like a hit and run I'm a livin' bar tab, I'm Michael Bivins to your boys I'm posion, I'm a skiddin' car crash I'm a gettin' cash nigga, with a passion For ass kickin', my style's infamous for back splittin' I mediate the session, at the same time I'm about to blow like the nose of a deviated septum Leave that ass passed out, that means she'll have an inebriated rectum And that's the easy way to check her And you ain't gotta like me, just play the record If you ain't vibin' like me, just say your neck hurt Slaughterhouse! Ahahaha [Verse 2: KXNG Crooked] Uhh, you're now rockin with the amazing Every time you hear my voice it's a special occasion Celebration bitches, this is a invitation Formally invitin you to witness innovation A soldier's deployment Bomb proof booth and a camouflage ointment Yah - like a nuclear weapon, I destroy shit Even the stupidest record get nuked in a second as soon as the bot spit **** pipin hot! My shit's scaldin I'm ballin, life is one big Spalding I'm at the Ritz-Carlton; big banks take little banks like Uncle Phil against Carlton A street dude with the rawest rhymes of all time I bang broads of all kings, they all dimes Even if they ain't dimes, I just **** 'em and forget 'em Never remember 'em and blame it on Alzheim's [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] Goddamnit, I done did it again Twisted the pen and got your neck Exorcist-ing again Whatever you revving in, Corvette or a Benz Tell that passenger buckle up and turn the level to ten (Let's go) Music blasting, I'm doing fine if you is asking Big gold chain with the Jesus fresh out of Nazareth Big-boy truck, so be easy, 'cause in that stash Is a big Glock 40, I extended the new attachment (Brrap) I don't play games, this is grown-man bars I'm a warrior walking around with the Conan scars (Yeah) Same nigga Kodak off or Kodak on Don't have these shoes getting bloody like the "Bodak" song All my fights is ten seconds, they don't go that long I got a one hitter quitter, once I throw that, gone But see, me no want no violence (Nah), me just with this money Watch your girl, boy, know how I bes around honeys Slaughterhouse!