[Verse 1: Eminem]
 Life handed me lemons
 I jumped back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
 By now you just wish I’d [bad word] die but I electrify
 Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by
 Guess who, what’s happening guys?
 They told me to [bad word]  I fell off that pot
 Hopped right back up on that crapper and I
 Said  [bad word] It” with a capital I
 Look who’s back to antagonize
 You don’t like it? You can eat [bad word]  [bad word] off little [bad word] and die
 You're right back like a maggot on my [bad word] grabbing at my [bad word]  better get to the back of the line
 You wanna get your shot at me what kinda [bad word] is that
 Battle, what kind of rapper would I be before I let another rapper think he’s hot
 I’ll bury my face in his stinky [bad word] and go alalalala
 Girl my head space is limited, ain’t even room in the back of my mind
 That’s why I ain’t thinking about you, I don’t got time and I told you a thousand times
 So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in Royce’s back and at the same time put juice in mine?
 Goddamnit Slaughterhouse is signed

 SLAUGHTERHOUSE

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
 I’m a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics killing
 Then I let you witness [bad word] when it hit the ceiling
 The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling
 Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin
 Then I’m filling the clip with a written
 Can you picture my pistol drilling?
 million women and children when I’m illing
 But it isn’t real, it’s a rap
 On the real, it’s a wrap
 How could you possibly stop the Apocalypse
 When I’m atomic bombing the populous
 Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid
 Popping the Glock at his moms and his pops
 Then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish
 Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence
 Write like a columnist slash novelist
 I’m in this game to demolish, establish my dominance
 Over prominent rappers you popping [bad word] till you opposite
 I can spit ominous so spit politics now I’m Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of this hip hop genre, [bad word] 
 SLAUGHTERHOUSE

[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9'']
 Lyrically I’m a cocaine Altoid
 Ability told brain it’s a no brain bout boy
 Physically I’m literally a cocaine cowboy
 Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big [bad word] 
 The other day me and your thick [bad word] had a great date and we ate cake
 And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost
 Cause she couldn’t handle my shake weight, wait I sweared
 Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I’m rhyming standing beside a big old white bear
 Neither one of us fight fair, you are literally looking at Woody and Wesley in a movie
 With a white boy ain’t got to jump no where cause I’m here
 [bad word] I’m on fire yeah and I’m every [bad word] s dream
 One, two [bad word] for you, I’m a big old (big old) Nightmare!
 [bad word] this the slaughter stepping up
 I’ll pretty much slap your [bad word] and tell you to shut the [bad word] up
 After that I’ll slap your [bad word] again and tell you to shut the [bad word] up shutting up
 And that’s how you body a [bad word] beat

 SLAUGHTERHOUSE

[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
 I should be the one that goes slow
 Get a stopwatch, clock my flow
 Hit the button on top watch the [bad word] drop
 O O dot dot O, Yaowa
 When I drop I go outer space
 Blackout like Darth Vader’s face
 Placed in a molten shower
 Say something and get them proper
 Mama poppa pouring out vodka
 Mama Mia, pass me the scissors there's visitors in the Slaughterhouse casa
 Better jet boy,better jet boy G4 chrome, better jet boy Mark Sanchez, Santanio Holmes
 I’m not just any old homeboy
 Sitting in a lab picking up a pad
 I be spitting bad, I’mma get you mad with this gift I have
 Lord duck sufferin succatash when the trigger blast I’mma put your beak on your [bad word]