There they go, back in stadiums as Shady spits his flow
 Nuts they go, macadamia they go so ballistic, whoa
 We can make them look like Boso’s
 He’s wondering if he should spit this slow
 F-ck no! Go for broke
 His cup [bad word] over, oh no
 He ain’t had a real buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed
 They’ve been waiting patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose
 Back into the game and they know
 Rap will never be the same as before
 Bashing in the brains of these hoes
 And establishing a name as he goes
 The passion and the flame is ignited
 You can’t put it out once we light it
 This sh-t is exactly what the [bad word] that I’m talking about when we riot
 You dealin’ with a few [bad word] villains
 Whose stand inside of the booth [bad word] spillin’
 And spit [bad word] feelings, until our tooth [bad word] flying up out of our mouths
 Now rewind it!
 Payback [bad word] for the way that you got at me, so how’s it taste?
 When I slap the taste out your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place
 I’m Hannibal Lecter son just in case you’re thinking of saving face
 You ain’t gonna have no face to save by the time I’m through with this place
 So Drake…