[ Intro: 2X - 50 Cent ]
I can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared, yeah yeah
I can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared, you’re scared

[ [bad word] - 50 Cent ]
You see, I’m a psycho, a sicko, I’m crazy
I see, [bad word] at night, boy, I kill you, you make me
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me [bad word] back bigger, stronger and angry

[ 50 Cent ]
Look look, [bad word] from a different crew
You [bad word] with me, I’ll get to you
clip or two, I’ll put through you
’cause I ain’t got [bad word] to do
Pistol poppin, a puzzy drop
Drama never ever stop
Eenie meenie miney moe
Now try pow a 44
Pick a strap to take the mag
To hold and stab it in your back
I’ll blow your brain, I know your name
And where you rest, I’ll make a mess
The holla tipsy in ch-chest
Call for blood to [bad word] pick you up
You know you [bad word] when
You get on a strecther
’cause [bad word] in ICU
To see you off to heaven
The system out I done been through
There’s nothing new to me
They locked me up they left me out
You seen this in the movies
The criminals be criminals
Why they up in corrections [bad word] and get at 9 [bad word] crown me a perfection
It’s murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistic
But they can’t find a fingerprint the [bad word] s going terrific
He’s so close to your target that it’s really hard to miss it

[ [bad word] - 50 Cent ]

[ Eminem ]
Man these are average raps
I’m keepin the savage batch hidden
The can of whoop [bad word] what the Shady Aftermath did
You pop off the top its like opening vats of acid
Beat the octamom to death with a cabbage patch kid
Attack a snatch ya theres something to jack a bad chin
Impregnated the chewed up the embryo sack with mack 10s
Triplets [bad word] and a couple of back to back twins
That fetus is fallin out all over jack is back again
The rippers at your service
Girl I can see that your nervous
But I barely scratch the surface
Like my last batch of girlfriends
That I buried in my [bad word] backyard
Still trying to dig their way out
I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out
Its past your curfew when its dark
Im searchin for you in the park
Shady murdered him another virgin he just hit his mark
He met his quota for the month
They found a coat all rolled up
Inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block
Disappeared without a trace
No DNA no not a drop
Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops
CSI they hate us but they gotta give a lot of props
The drama pops
Grab the butcher knife from off the counter top

[ [bad word] - 50 Cent ]

[ Eminem ]
Yeah, I’m as ill as can be
my appeal is to serial killers
what appeals to me,
killing so villainously,
still as maniacal on the night going psycho
it’s Michael Myers,
you know what were like on the muthaf+cking mic
so try us and your gonna find out
what the [bad word] were like with pliers

[ 50 Cent ]
This operation time to gut em
whipped out the wires
squeeze em, he bleeding, wheezing, breathing he half dead
he must not know but now he now how Shady the math is
even murderous tactics get bed up with practice
lead showers, gun powder
feel the talons, burn burn [bad word] ours Julia, you better learn learn

[ Eminem ]
Chris Reeves in his grave
yeah homie turn turn
I’m debating, mutilating the lady
you’ve been waiting for Shady and Fif
there no duplicating it baby
theres a baby in the drive
theres a torso in the washer
I think it might leave them a long the Porsche when I torched her
arms and legs in the garbage cos the rest of her
I lost her
her head is in the disposal with Jessica I squashed her
I put her on the ringer and hung her over the wash tub

[ 50 Cent ]
When I’m through with Ricky, it’ll be blood that’ll cough up
a hard rock, or softer, get caught up and get washed up
in Detroit or Northfolk
when is this ship