[Intro: Killer Mike]
I'm a rider and provider and I don't tolerate ho [bad word] I Bun out on emcees meaning I obliterate yo' [bad word] Man, every time I try to like a rapper they turn and do ho [bad word] Make me ski mask on they a-a [bad word] [bad word] they jewels and mo [bad word] 
[Verse 1: El-P]
You looking at the guy who the guy that you think that I got my style from got his own style from ('sup?)
I came with a sly wink and a [bad word] grin with a pimp limp and a foul tongue
I'm a Brooklyn son, set adrift in a chemtrail sky
Bad guys knock when the doors are locked, I got no shots left, better prep for God
Not long, they'll be talking the same [bad word]  I am just impossible
Got a right to be hostile, [bad word] life is a coffin, layin' down in it ain’t awesome
Every single moment you spend in the dirt is a worse time than the last moment, own it
We all know you don't know [bad word] (no [bad word] )
Me and Mike will straight write your obit

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
And the obit goes like this: "Here lies a punk [bad word] who a [bad word] boy type
Who ain't about [bad word]  as soft as his momma's own [bad word] 
And sensitive as his old lady's [bad word]  real bust-out [bad word] She [bad word] my clique, obscene, absurd with the words, I cleaned up curbs with the blood
And the bones of you nerds, I kill with the mic and murder with words
I'm known on the corners where murders occur, I [bad word] in the verse where murderers lurk
When god in the building, who they gonna hurt

[Verse 3: El-P]
Not a butterfly, bunny, bee, bird bein' hurt
Got a third-rock-from-the-sun claim for the turf
Never learn how to love, giving your brain to the purp
Get a hearse for the worse at the autumn start
With a curse on her heart that will heart till it turns

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
Bttt Stick, Bttt Stick!
Let that four-fifth turn and twist em
If they all got the mark we miss em
I pray [bad word] quick and kiss em
If he need help I assist him
Follow? All of my tips is hollow
I could kill your [bad word] today but right now I’m playin' Grand Theft Auto
Brain check
I’m [bad word] through your hood, and just shoot your [bad word] tomorrow
Brain dead
Scattered over the hood of my old lady’s brand new auto
Man, knew I should have kept it and drove my Monte Carlo
It got like this, it shake in pieces, I shoot your [bad word] again tomorrow
Bang!

[Verse 5: El-P]
Ok, I’m an [bad word]  kiss me (good luck!)
Break a leg in a bear trap, skippy
Wasn’t in class when the lunch bell rang
Due to Colt 45 plus smoke got [bad word] Mike already a help assist with me
Tag team of the [bad word] century
I never asked for [bad word]  it ain’t in me
You go to work now, but the style haunts history
No doubt I’m a [bad word]  [bad word] with me
Liberty bell cracked, the cops aren’t kidding
The rabbit in the hat is all deaf now, ain't it?
Came for the freedom, stayed for the prison
Came for the women, stayed for the money
Presidents are better worth dead to feed tummies
You came for the praising, stayed for the [bad word] The money’s by the side of the bed, it ain’t nothin'

(Q-Bert!)