[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
Boy you just a number…A-K-Hey, This four’ll put you under…A-K-Hey
Them fans don’t really trust you…A-K-Hey, That’s why my family is fuck you
I’m tired of y'all who thugging, I’m tired of y'all who hard
I’m tired of y'all who thugging, I’m tired of y'all who hard
I’m tired of y'all who thugging, cause all of y'all too hard
I’m tired of y'all and all I know is I am gonna tear you apart

[Verse: Royce Da 5'9"]
How can Hip Hop possibly expose me when I’m so real n***as can’t hold me?
Nickel’s so ill miss me with the Loud talk I’m trying to be a player, you Chris Rock talking to Kobe
But I don’t play sports, I play a little game called "Make your face look like the front of Kanye’s Porsche"
I’m getting better by the second you can feel it, can’t ya?
And I’m still a gangsta, y'all n***as can play brothers 'till I kill 'em you feeling the little Willis, ain't ya?
What kind of artist a killer, that wouldn’t kill a paintbrush?
Oh, really, you sold dope just for it turn you the color purple you n***as is so silly
N***a please listen to me, you tripping if you think I’ll ever diss my n***a Ortiz
This is Shady 'till the death of this feeling like the best in this
Paul Rosenberg on the messages Bad Meets Evil now it’s definite
I’m the opposite of pessimist that’s my absolute optimistic testament
Quick question, who you know touch it, Slaughterhouse outlaws call us no justice
I just work hard I don’t even know what this is going on call it Bar Exam 4 fuck it
Soon as the deal done boy you know it’s a Slaughter
You don’t know us for starters we exploding thinking you can swim with piranhas
You remind me of Obama, you don’t know much about oil and water
Loaded Glock in the Bugatti gun rap big dick bitch looking like I Photoshopped it on my body
N***a there’s gotta be, nobody hot as me
You ain’t seen a sicker male only way to see a sicker cell n***a you would have to go inside of Prodigy
Diss? No, the sick flow, the overhand right’s like Klitschko... NICKEL!