Love, love..
Love, love, love..
Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more, no more..
(Young Money, yeah)

[Verse One: Lil Wayne]
Throw dirt on me, and grow a wildflower
But it's f**k the world, get a child out her
Yeah my life a b**ch, but you know nuthin' 'bout her
Been to [bad word] and back, I can show you vouchers

I'm rollin' sweets, I'm smokin' sour
Married to the game, but she broke her vows
That's why my bars, are full of broken bottles
And my nightstands, are full of open bibles

Uh, I think about more than I forget
But I don't go around fire expectin' not to sweat
And these n**gaz know I'll lay 'em down, make your bed
B**ches try to kick me while I'm down, I'll break your leg

Money outweighin' problems on a triple-beam
I'm stickin' to the script, you n**gaz skippin' scenes
Uh, be good or be good at it
F**kin' right I got my gun, semi-Cartermatic

Yeah, put the d**k in their mouth, so I guess it's f**k what they say
I'm high as a b**ch up, up and away man, [bad word] down in a couple of days
Ok, you want me up in the cage? Then [bad word] out in beast mode
I got this world stuck in a [bad word] is the G-code

It's Weezy muthaf**ka, blood gang and I'm in bleed mode
All about my do' but I don't even check the peephole
So you could keep knockin', but won't knock me down
No love lost, no love found

 [bad word] 
It's a little too late, to say that you're sorry now
You kicked me when I was down, but what you say just (Don't hurt me)

That's right, it (Don't hurt me)
I don't need ya (No more)
Don't wanna see ya (No more)
B**ch you get no (Love)

You showed me nuthin' but hate, you ran me into the ground
But [bad word] around goes around, and I don't need ya (Don't hurt me)

That's right (Don't hurt me)
And I don't need you (No more)
Don't wanna see ya (No more)
B**ch you get no (Love)

No love, no love, no love (B**ch you get)
No love, no love, no love
And I don't need ya (No more)

[Verse Two: Eminem]
I'm alive again, more alive than I have been, in my whole entire life I can
See these people's ears perk up as I begin, to spaz with the pen
I'm a little bit sicker than, most sh**'s finna to get thick again
They say [bad word] is stiff, but I get a hard d**k from this sh** now stick it in

I ain't never givin' in again, caution to the [bad word] freedom
Look at these rappers how I treat 'em, so why the f**k would I join 'em when I beat 'em?
They call me a freak 'cause I like to spit on these p**sies 'fore I eat 'em
Man get these wack c**ksuckers off stage, where the f**k is Kanye when you need him?

Snatch the mic from 'em, b**ch I'ma let you finish in a minute, yeah that rap was tight but I'm
'bout to spit the greatest verse of all time so ya might wanna go back to the lab tonight and um
Scribble out them rhymes you were gonna spit, and start over from scratch and write new ones
But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference when I rip the stage and tear it in half tonight

It's an [bad word] you feel the bass thump in the place all the way to the parkin' lot fellow
Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd, you can see the sparks from hot metal
Cold hearted, from the day I bogarted the game, my soul started to rot fellow
When I not even at my harshest, you can still get roasted cause Marsh is not mellow