[Intro: Killer Mike]
I'm finna bang this [bad word] the [bad word] out!
You betta' -- You might wanna record the way you feelin' like history bein' made
This [bad word] put a mirror on the [bad word] screen
Let's go, El-P!
Huh? Champ! That's what we're gonna do, Mick

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
I'm up at midnight, I'm dippin' off in my Nizzikes
gun and a metal pizzipe, a knizzife is to my rizzight
I'm lurkin' servin' on pussies who lack a purpose
I've got 'em filled up with frizzight like Mizzike is you all rizzight?
I'm lookin' lurkin' on [bad word] twerkin' for service
The [bad word] #39;s bag is a Birkin, I'm yellin' screamin' and cursin'
I'm putting pistols in faces at random places like
 [bad word] give it up or stand adjacent to Satan
Bad man chillin', the villains is here
No Jesuses here, I hear the demons in my ear
And I want it, I need it, see it, I take it
Never fake it, wrap you [bad word] up, leave you naked
The [bad word]  top tag team for two summers
Live and let live, [bad word] you cuz, cause that's a fool's honor
I'm walkin' totin' on two llamas
You niggas [bad word] and trash and trash, [bad word] it, I'm too honest
So [bad word] you [bad word] forever, I hope I said it politely
And that's about the psyche of Jaime and Mikey
You meet another pair better, highly unlikely
And if I can't rap, then maggot [bad word]  then fight me
I live for the thrill of the kill, yes it excites me
You know your favorite rapper ain't [bad word] and me, I might be
The closest representation of God you might see
Pay honors like your momma young sonna and take a right knee
The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas, circa nine three
Mix the mind of Brad Jordan and Chuck and find me
I spit with the diction of Malcolm or say a Bun 
Prevail through [bad word]  so Satan get thee behind me

 [bad word] the Jewels)

[Verse 2: El-P]
I've never been much of [bad word]  by most measurements don't exist
On the radar a little blip in the shadow of motherships
Been smothered and brashly muffled by hucksters of global spin Like the sign on my back says "stab me", my soul is your little [bad word] 
But maybe you should be careful when flipping a stranger's switch
Like assuming the war is won ain't a symptom of arrogance
When nothing to lose a step up then everything's for the win
So we grin in the face of frauds and tell monsters to suck our [bad word] 
I live to spit on your grave, my existence is to disgrace you
The kitten became a lion that look at your face like great food
That's why we got the people behind us
While other rappers are vaginas for the fame the [bad word] will always [bad word]  [bad word] your permission, was never yours to begin with
And every bar of the [bad word] [bad word] you spit is your [bad word] prison
I been here making raw [bad word] and never asked to be lauded [bad word] the Jewels is the answer, your question is "what's poppin'?"