[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
First verse, uh, I'm armed 'til I'm on an island
My life's ridin' on the autobahn on autopilot
Before I touch dirt, or kill y'all with kindness
I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse
You've been warned if you've been borned
Or if you conformed, slap up a cop
And then snatch him outta his uniform
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas' intellect mad slow, y'all [bad word] know
Claimin' you bangin', you flamin'
Bet you could light your own cigarette with your [bad word] 
Me and Shady deaded the past, so
That basically resurrected my cashflow
I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat [bad word] 
Though I ain't wrapped tight, my blood type's the 80's
My 90's was like the Navy
You was like the Brady's, you still fly kites daily

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Catch me in my Mercedes, bumping "Ice Ice Baby"
Screaming, "Shady 'til I die!"
Like a half a pair of dice, life's crazy
So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze
And you only live it once
So I'm thinking 'bout this nice, nice lady
Wait, no, stop me now 'fore I get on a roll (Danish)
Let me tell you what this pretty little dame's name is
‘Cause she's kinda famous
And I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this
Nicki Minaj, but I wanna stick my [bad word] in your [bad word] 
You morons think that I'm a genius
Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum
Came to drive them trailer parks crazy
I am Back! And I am razor-sharp, baby
And that's "back" with a capital with an exclamation mark
Maybe you should listen when I flip the linguistics
‘Cause when I rip this mystical slick [bad word] 
You don't wanna [bad word] another victim
statistic of this [bad word]  ‘cause after I spit the bullets
I'ma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball
I'ma kick the ballistics; so get this [bad word]  I'ma live this—

 [bad word]  Sly Jordan]
Livin' life in the fast lane
Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank
But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now
I don't really know where I'm headed
Just enjoyin' the ride
Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (pedal to the metal)
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (pedal to the metal)

[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, my whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit
At war with a bottle as Captain Morgan attacks my organs
My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins
I made a pact with the devil that says
"I'll let you take me, you let me take a shovel
Dig up the corpse of Jack Kevorkian."
Go back and forth and, more beef that you can pack a fork in
I'm livin' the life of the infinite enemy down
My tenement, chimney now; the semi’s the remedy, pow
Spin him around, enterin' in the vicinity—

[Verse 4: Eminem]
Now, was called M&M
But he threw away the candy and ate the rapper
Chewed him up, and spitted him out
Girl, giddy-up, now get-get down
He's lookin' around this club
And it looks like people are havin' a [bad word] fit now
Yeah, little t-t-trailer trash
Take a look who's back in t-t-town!
Did I s-s-stutter, [bad word] 
 [bad word] the mall, he shuts the whole [bad word] #39; Walmart d-d-down every time [bad word] a-r-r-round
And he came to the club tonight with 5'9"
To hold this [bad word] down, like a [bad word] #39; chick underwater he's tryin' to d-d-drown
Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you keep lickin' them [bad word] suckin' lips
I'm agitated, aggravated
To the point you don't suck my [bad word] 
Then you're gonna get decapitated
Other words, you don't [bad word] #39; give me head
Then I'm have to take it

[Verse 5: Royce Da 5'9"]
And then after takin' that I'ma catch a case
It's gon' be fascinatin'
It's gon' say the whole rap game passed away
On top of the affidavit
Graduated from master debater, slash massive [bad word] 
To Michael Jackson's activator
Meaning I'm on fire, off the top, might wanna back up data
Rollin' over hip-hop in a verbal tractor trailer
Homie, they're sick, you could normally ask a hater
Don't it make sense?
These shell casings is just like a bag of paper
Drop in the lap of a tax evader, homie, they spent

[Verse 6: Eminem]
Now make that [bad word] drop, like a sack of potatoes
What, girl, I'm the crack-a-lator
Percolator of this party, be my [bad word] ejaculator later
Tell your boyfriend that you just [bad word] paydirt
You're rollin' with a player
You won't be exaggeratin' when you say you're livin'

 [bad word]  Sly Jordan]
Livin' life in the fast lane
Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank
But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now
I don't really know where I'm headed
Just enjoyin' the ride
Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (pedal to the metal)
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (pedal to the metal)