(Sampled from Eminem's "Criminal")
*Eminem whistling*
[Teller] Hi
[Eminem] How you doin'?
[Teller] How can I help you?
[Eminem] Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal...
*gun [bad word]  Put the [bad word] money in the bag, [bad word]  and I won't kill you
[Teller] What? Oh my God, don't kill me
[Eminem] I'm not gonna kill you, [bad word]  Quit [bad word] around
[Teller] Don't kill me, I have two kids at home!
[Eminem] I said I'm not gonna [bad word] kill you!
[Teller] Don't kill me!
[Eminem] Hurry the [bad word] up! *gunshot* Thank you!

[Verse 1: Hush]
I gotta keep this [bad word] (I'll be back)
Pedal to the metal, Swifty better hurry up
'Cause I ain't going back to jail
I don't wanna see my face up in Newsweek
I'm sitting like a duck, like Tulley up in "Blue Streak"
What the [bad word] is taking so long?
(Hurry up, [bad word]  I'ma hit this gas and be GONE!)
But I can't leave my homey (Hold up!) They all know me
I'm the Jeff Gord-on of this [bad word]  the cops can blow me
 [bad word]  who is that? [bad word]  I'm getting nervous
Staring out this dirty windshield for any persons
 [bad word]  it's this bum, cleaning with a squeegee
(Here's a dollar, [bad word]  now scram before they see me!)
I hope they didn't ring the alarm  [bad word] 
Swifty's gonna have to bomb, and then it [bad word] up the job
But I don't care, as long as we flee this place
'Cause the last thing I need is a [bad word] police chase, [bad word] 
Cool, here [bad word]  I hope he's got the stash
(Yo [bad word]  pull off! We heading to the bank for some mo' cash!)
Yo, there better be enough for me to get that maid back
(Hey yo, don't worry 'bout that, dog, the cash is in our laps)

 [bad word]  Eminem)
Put the money in the back, [bad word]  this is a stickup
Anybody who moves is getting picked up, off the ground
This is the sound, this is how its going down
If I'm going down, then you're going down (down)
Now this is the plot: we pull this off, then we split the pot
We get caught, I'm peeling off, the deal is off
But if we can pull this caper, then we can get this paper
Then I'm going, off to Tijuana [bad word] on, I'm ready if you are

[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]
??? while I sit in the car chiefing
In the mood to be thieving this season
Hey yo, Hush, I'ma snatch what they ???
Pull over and I'ma rob this [bad word] for a purpose
You can either read it or see it
(What you mean, "Read it or see it?")
It'll work, know what's worse?
It's better than having to beat a [bad word] up out of her purse
I been pacing this bank, patiently waiting
For the day they get up in this [bad word] 
So don't drive away (I'll be right here!)
Hey ('sup?) [bad word]  pop the [bad word] so I can grab the AK
And then I'm headed to the safe
I'm at the counter in the teller's face
"Yo, if anybody move, I'ma make spaghetti out of your wife!" (Don't shoot!)
I hopped a gate, shot a citizen
After he gave me [bad word] to open it
And there was nothing but Benjamins
Filled it back and jetted up, headed to the door
Hush is in the front, revving up  [bad word] [bad word] on!)
I jumped over the security, while he on the floor
Trying to pull my feet, I shot him before he could draw
Hit the street and we swerve
No less than a hundred thousand in our back seat
(Now I'm peeling off the curb)

 [bad word] 

[Verse 3: Kuniva]
I got some chips up my sleeve
I walked in a 7-11 and grabbed Aviv
And put the heat to his cheek
Don't even think about moving
Just gimme the loot and I'll be [bad word] 
Along with my day and it won't be a shooting
(Mister, please don't hurt me! Here, have a Slurpee!)
Oh my God, Aviv, shut the [bad word] up, your voice irks me
All of this for three hundr