[Intro: Royce]
("One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight")
Y'all been frontin

Without a ounce of thuggin
You go against me, you too can count for nothin


[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm the king of the backpackers
This T-bone contact to any wack rapper

it's biometric how I wet ya
My dialect's an entire weapon, it's
set to just fire reckless

BLAP! Like ("one-two") guns swoop
In the same booth the federales tryin to run through
Like, like ("three-four") we raw

Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw
I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump
You could name whoever you want

Wayne... Yay... Jay
Hahaha, I'm just playin wit 'em...
I keep the ("four-five") on my hip

You take me serious then I might trip
About ("seven-eight") ^!$$%z and die
Feelin some type of way I figure it's pride

I'm the right-on truth
And that's right, I'm even plottin on my own crew
Joey... Crooked... Ortiz

Slaughterhouse!

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]

("One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight")
Y'all been frontin (uh-huh)
Without a ounce of thuggin

You go against me, you too can count for nothin
Like ("One, two") like ("three") like
Ha ha, you ("two") can - count for nothin


[Royce Da 5'9"]
(Woo!) I'm what choice is to option

Royce to hip-hop is what, Mike
Buffer's voice to boxing
(Let's get ready to rumbllllle!) Yes,

it's a couple dope dealers
somewhere that got rich livin the
%#@! that I spit (me!)

I don't re-enact ^!$$%, I illuminate
I know every point what I count like a Q&A
It ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box

Since it's Lindsay Lohan, ^!$$%z call me Fire Crotch
I'm seein clear like a MyBot
I drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot

I spit fire like Izod, why not
Cause sho' 'nuff I'm glowin like Thai mock
And y'all cryin like babies over the net

I should call you ^!$$%z Lady Gaga
I call, "You and Em need to get together
Y'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah!"

If I die I'ma leave heat
I'ma leave the sun behind, I'm tryin to repeat
don't try to ban the drummer

he's an (Animal) and you can be a
random number, uh (ohh!)


[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]

(Ahh) I put the gun to lames
Eeny-miny Motown, play the numbers game
Five shots on my block

is like for once I see like my pops is Cyclops
With both eyes I see you got no sides
Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties

... All you stand
Grab a (*##$ $$# like "Aye, " call me OJ Da Juiceman
... I get away with murder

That Johnny Rocket in my pocket
with my favorite burger
I'm tryin to shake it like a Polaroid
They said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy I said


[Chorus]