[Verse 1: ''Joe Budden'']
I gotta stand on top of the building
And when I finally fall evacuate women and children
Loyalties instilled in, a dark and lonely spot
Tell that bitch karma to jump of a bridge with Tony Scott, UHHHHHH
I don't give a fuck what you asking for
Done with you bitches, I was the ass ambassador
I had so much ass I couldn't ask for more
Drenched in gas, going to hell faster than the pastor's whore
And normally I exude intelligence
But I keep going back and forth tryna be celibate
All these models trying to provoke me, but I keep on telling them
That each one of them 50 Shades of Grey lacking that melanin
I'm married to the game, it's a matrimony
These phony chicks running up for me they sprayed Axe on me
If I wasn't making music they probably not be
In my lobby and I'd be searching for molly
Getting in relationshops every season
With bad break-ups, so I'm sensitive for a reason
And without all those trials and tribulations
There wouldn't have been a mood music for your consideration
Hey shorty, thanks for your participation
Now go and join the Joe Budden Instagram nation, TAHHHH
Now I got a new chick
Everybody looking at me like I'm stupid
But they can suck an Avatar blue dick
You look at me, and I'll show you how to love
Got bitches, so I don't wanna be a wannabe thug
Got riches, TLC told you they don't want no scrub
Too many wanna be crockets but don't wanna be tubbs, UHHHHH
I say the things that nobody else'll say
Let's clear this shit up, and hop up off that bidet
You can smell irrelevance hella soon
But a mouse'll always scare an elephant in the room TAHHHH

[Verse 2: ''Royce da 5'9'']
It's Nickel Nine, I'mma spit a fickle rhyme
And add a line that I talk about everytime
And it's my big dick
I'mma give all these bitches a voice
By getting them moist and giving them choice
As long as they pick it
Play with these kids on the track like Super 8
I'mma just keep on moving straight
'Till the top while y'all losers wait
And I guess you vegans don't like eating steak
But I'mma eat, eat, eat, eat all day 'till Carlos Boozer shaves!
I'll swallow you and you'll go to the neck
Of Joe Budden and all of o'sudden you'll slide through chest
And land in the in-testinal system
Where Ortiz will export your knees exposing 'em
And while you screaming for somebody to get you out
Of the Slaughterhouse without a doubt, Crooked I 'll shit you out
I scream like this cause I wanna sound like 'Pac
And I ain't no motherfucking joke but knock knock
See, what they don't know is, that I'm using my style to my advantage
I'll throw in jokes and screams and yells and other slick little antics
The things that I'm doing and the way I'm doing 'em is so enchanting
I know that you really can't stand it
I don't give a fuck I'm just being pendantic
Take my fade straight up, that's why I'm one on one
You'll learn your lesson, seed of Smith and; Wesson, son of a gun
The second best rapper alive, and the angriest
The only shadow I live in on the ground, you can't see it
But it's cool, he's the white stallion and I'm the black steed
2012, Rocky Balboa and Apollo Creed
Got the crowd hooping and hollering
Soon as they hear the bell from the ring, they hear the bada-bing
Sick as a Kid Vishis, a trick would give bitches
The dick then big riches
Then had a career shorter than the memory of a kid
That got fed, and goes to bed
And right before he did, he forgets dishes
Leave out the hospital in mid stitches
And strut and shout
Just to tell you fuck niggas to cut it out
Hop out a kangaroo's mother's pouch
Cum the crazy house with a hard on
An insane nut, I'm out

[Verse 3: ''Joell Ortiz'']
YAOWA
Coming to spray the whole place down, anti-disinfectant cans
We in this bitch like if Snooki was expecting twins
Arachnophobia scaring the shit out of erected men
You can't handle it pussy, head first to the C-section
Mister I want to find a penis twista
Fuck Mars I'm on Venus like I'm fucking Serena's Sister
And now I wanna fuck Shaft daughter
And when I'm done throw a radio and Blanka in her bath water
That's what I call the electric slide
Electrified revolution will not be televised
Your album will come out the same day Mathew McCounaughey
Come out and say he openly gay
I done took so many steps on planes
That I done traveled more than Lebron James
And I'll drop you lames like Game drop names
Ridin' around and gettin' it with 2 Chainz
Put me on a track with three other monsters
And I'll give more life than a cheat code from Contra (YAOWA!)
My weight go up and down like bar benches
Or fucking benches and giving them large inches
And gettin' going like car engines
If a diamond is a girl's best friend
Then a blow job is a best friend to a Puerto Rican
Gotta have an ass, I mean cheeks fatter than a newborn
She give head like she do porn
Pussy so tight she need a shoe horn
Pull here back stage and giver her that YAOWA
For an hour with the force of punky power
I got a Snoop Dogg buzz cuzz
Confident as a fat thick black chick
And if she an actress she can get that dick
On a hotel mattress but that's it
Stick her with this Brooklyn Spanish cactus match stick
One died but here's another sick one
Puerto Rican in little Italy diddily
Now that's a Big Pun

[Verse 4: ''Crooked I'']
Ever since I been signed to Slim Shady
And rhymed them M80's
Phone lines then been weighty
Maybe they was looking for a nigga like Wayne Brady
But I am insane crazy Sadam Hussein angry
They can't tame me but they did push me
You ain't never been on an episode of the Sopranos
A day in your life and still a big pussy
Kill yourself like Junior Seau
It won't take no internet transaction for you to Pay Pal
The top code of the streets is folding la sheets
I'mma mute at a wedding forever holding my piece, Capeash
You in the cut on the block
The ghost of the late Pac
Could come and hand you a Glock
And I'll bet my whole life in stock
That you wouldn't even be able to go shoot a nut in a sock
You so gay if you had it your way
All shirts that had a hard on
Would give other niggas a hard on
Bite vicious as Royce little brother
I son kids that's why they call me that Motherfucker
You a cross between Peyton Manning and Dakota Fanning
You a bigger joke than handing Akon lotion for tanning
At ten till two, murder is what I'm finna do
We can't wait to run into you
Like that new Jordan tennis shoe
Cain and Abel that's a cool fable
I'm calling the shots like I'm drowning you niggas in a pool table
Sky rocket headed straight for your eye socket
Corner you with an eight ball, side pocket
And in case you say that I lucked up
You like an NFL replacement referee
You got the game fucked up

[Verse 5: ''Eminem'']

You bout to witness a tragic
Infinite insulin accident
If you think shits sweet
No Laxative
But the way the shit is about to hit the fan
It's like I told a whole bag of them
Sick of them little pussies
And it feels like I'm pulling out all magnus
Out of your Cervix is it worth it
I accidentally on purpose
Sold you a pipe dream that was refurbished
You don't gotta reword ish
You the one that's nervous
You don't deserve a squirt of piss
Or my fliest bird shit
Does little Wayne need a haircut
Or does he got a medium rare butt
Or is it raw cause it got tear-D up
By a skateboarding hoarding male slut
Or is Keinan and Kel getting in All of That
Till it gets swells shut
Me and Michael Strahan go grab Lindsay Lohan
Like a caveman And fill her up with grace until she says amen
This gap between us is big as an erect penis
Ewww, vomit she gives ill brain like a genius
But I'mma turn this dirty slut to an honest clean seamstress
But that's after I give her that D in old English
That's right I got a whole squad
Sick enough to have syphilis and go to unemployment
And get a free blow job
Now I got this juggernaut super group
I feel like I just pooper scooped on the roof
Of a Star Wars Storm Troopers coup
Us falling off is not possible
Unless Costco can run out of Tobasco sauce
Or Rick Ross takes his beard and shaves it off
We on top till Charles Barkley gets good a golf