I ain't even gotta give this too much thought
Joell Ortiz won every war that he ever fought
This ain't no different,

I'm listening,
you the king of New York?
Lil homie you ain't the king of New York,

you the next thing on my fork
The messenger with all them rings on that horse
Carrying king's heads 'til I kick you in the chest

And you cough and fall into a bottomless pit
Homie, you know how many bodies that fit?
When we met you said

it's an honor, man, the YAOWA man can spit
Maybe that's why you left me out of that %#@!
Maybe that's why the Slaughterhouse ain't get dissed

Or maybe I'm not on your radar
You feel you ain't gotta acknowledge my clique
Either way, I personal train this beat, it gotta get ripped

You rich rappers can't respond with all the dollars you get
Gangsta rappers can't retaliate with hollows and clips
And you fashion rappers wear the kind of jeans that hardly get zipped

So zip it, I got this %#@!,
real hip hop in this (*##$
The apocalypse has fell upon us, watch the zombies I split

The walking dead,
I've been a monster, shorty, I can get bit
And never turn,

I'm immune to these rappers y'all calling sick
I stomped the red carpet holding my dick
And throw tomatoes at the podium

For whack awards that y'all ^!$$%s get
Then stand up and scream YAOWA then dip
And smack a legend on the way out of that (*##$

Cause I don't big up the elite
The elite can get it too, you all fit under my feet
You all victims, all chitlins when a ^!$$% trying to eat

I'll see to it,
y'all missing like a whino ^!$$% teeth
Anybody can get it

Old ^!$$%, new ^!$$%, him ^!$$%, you ^!$$%
One ^!$$%, two ^!$$%, a few ^!$$%s
I do ^!$$%s harm with these bars

It was brave, you took a chance like a Monopoly card
Put that telly you trying to check in, that property is ours
Can't get a W on Broadway, I'm New York all day

Yeah, that's where the boss stay
You no hear that?
A hundred Ricans running at you chief like a...

Last time in Compton I was kicking it with Jorge
I rocked with some cons out west like the...
But I don't claim king even though my name ring

And I had China in the Bay, we call Beijing
Rodeo... they telling you the same thing
Chico be in Sacramento so much he can claim king

But that's the west coast,
I'm from this coast
I'll leave the king of LA to Dre,

I was this close
To stay at Aftermath, but lamped out like a Genie
But Dre you such a gangster and you're such a sweetie

And guess what, I'm a free agent again if y'all never need me
But back to these bars,
I'm hungry, this beat is gon' feed the needy

Y'all looking like grannys ziti, zucchini out in Tahiti
With Erykah Badu's booty in a bikini
Your main chick is a Precious, my side chick is a RiRi

I $#&@ her and take her out for fries in the panini
I ain't a rap ^!$$%, I'm a ^!$$% that rap
Before this y'all saw the cypher,

I ain't bringing that back
Why should I recycle bars when my mind is a flight to Mars?
And any force I came across was like rhyming inside a star

With the Universe on my back, your human version is wack
I grab my extraterrestrial !@*^s when I rap
And tell Earth suck it, tell the planet try it

I turn this (*##$ into the Independence Day
Without the lucky drunk pilot
I love competition, constructing a composition
Of destruction, put a composition
I'm Optimus Prime trucking your boulevard, just wishin'

That a star screams so I can go on a bombing mission
You set the bar high, I raised the bar higher
You gon' learn though, inferno scorch a bonfire