[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9]
I'm coming from the depths of the city where sinners dwell
We finish frail n***as with shells from splinter cells
When losers win, winners fail, I'll cut your nose off
To spite your face, until you decay you can't even call your scent a smell
Mommy dragging a donkey, I'll pin a tail
I been writing so dark and for so long, my pen is pale
For the money I'll impale, your heart with twenty ten inch nails
Put a hole in your racket like I turned your tennis ball into a spinning snail
I laid off, they whole flow, on my day off I sprayed off
That fofo, then made off, with more dough then Madoff
I'm the Adolf, Hitler, of this shit bruh
No soul, my skeleton sneak
Your ho, got a hella physique
I hope she know I shoot boat loads
Bon appetit, when she get to this house
I'm a spit this out, turn a chicken's mouth to a pelican beak
Heartbeat ready, as I get done up, sloppy steady
Watch her do it, slob that knob. drop that jaw
And watch her come up, Rocsi Eddie

[Hook x4]
From the depths of the city where sinners dwell

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
I'm coming from where sinners dwell
Where ghetto America's future is poverty
We inherited Lucifer's property
They giving us n***as Hell
Choose your philosophy
Its usually hypocrisy
Lose your democracy
Nobody vote counting in 2012
So my Ruger is watching me
I move the monopoly properly
And due to this ruthless economy
I got shit for sell
Our music's anomaly
You dudes are just comedy
In lieu of monogamy
Your pooky on top of me
And I did her well, all my neighbors heard that vixen yell
The way I make that headboard quake, rate my sex on the Richter Scale
Put it in a coffin, no pillow talking, cause all too often, a bitch will tell
Only thing left on my pillow was a piece of a weave and some Paul Mitchell liquid gel
No rapper's liver, yeah, go back and find her
N***a that mainly spit, crazy shit; prozac and fiber
No rap surviver, n***a, don't act MacGyver
When it get real in the field you a meal
No appetizer
[Hook x4]