DESCRIPTION:
[Produced by Scoop DeVille]

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Turn my mic up
Turn my mic up
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck it, blackout niggas!

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Oh my, Lord! Lower the casket - down!
Sprinkle the ash, or get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown, while I shit on your crown, skip town
Ground zero, Shapiro the king, cash cow
(cow!) Do I make 'em say "WOW!"? Strip! ow
Bow! I sit with the pound, (Click) pow!
Blow! (Click, click) Blow! (Click) Blow!
Stop traffic, dropping them classics, flip now!
Bitches, I’m making them skip with thou
Art, you don’t really want start, when I growl
(Rawr, rawr, rawr!) Let me come and mop up
The knock offs, when I pop off and never stop, cause
When we do come through, you better lock doors
(pause) The wolves wanna eat, peep how they lock jaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see we cop raw
And if you ain’t had enough - What in the fat fishes
Of a phenomenal, Fahrvergnügen fuck, is going on?
Back with the B.A Baracus, callous bang, on another song
I’mma have these niggas nervous, and clipping they nails and dribbling
And witness them, nibble them, like sunflower seed shells
Set these scales, got my weight up heavy, like three whales
And I shit on these males, ‘til it's stinkin' fouler, than a weed smell
Nigga, your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook and Instagramming an email?
Talking I'm sick, I got them shook and I Bang 'em at retail
Until they cripple,see I cook, like I’m
Slanging a weed sale, until I triple bread, and whoop ‘em and -
Drag 'em, like females (Sfu-ahe! Gasp!) Oh, see well
These niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of replacement, but
Kind of an ancient slut, it's going down, like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit, like I’m sticking steaks in they gut
So gracefully and graciously, I painfully wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas, and attacking, like apes in the cut
I’m waiting for the taking, while I break niggas neck, like a bracelet (fuck!)
It’s kinda like, me having a case in the truck
And drinking ‘til I’m blasted, harassing and erase a nigga (WHAT!)
Keeping 'em open and blacking, until I’m leaving ‘em stuck
And got ‘em happier, than a child in a park chasing a duck
While I’m chasing a buck, these funny niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up, like boots when I’m pushing they face in the mud -
(Ahgah!) Missiles I fling, while I spit live wire, ‘til this shit
Circling back around, with more fire for me to melt a brick
Surfacing back a sound, while I light up shit that'll cause a quick
Worship and gather around, it's certain this shit'll splatter cliques
Painful and make ‘em scatter (Blink!) Shameful, the way I shatter (Split!)
Shit apart, it doesn't matter (Rip!) Your head up off your shoulders (With)
Bullets bigger, than a boulder, and they break ‘em and they know it's (Classic!)
And the way it’s going, you could easily get your (ass-kicked)
See, me and Shady together we’re crazy, like baking
A vomit and rabies cake, like a pastry bitch (We that sick!)
Like I come from Haiti, I’m suggesting you pay me, don’t make me - Wanna spazz (Al-la-la!)
Like I’m a crazy Israeli (Bastards!)
While I bite the beat up, and I'm starting to heat up (Yack!)
I’m chopping your foot off, now it’s mine, and I’m putting my feet up (Blauh!)
Back to the hood and off to the wild, and I’m hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long, niggas is asking if the hook had died
Naw, but the beat is fried!

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down nigga(chill man chill)
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck it, blackout niggas!

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Apparently, there's a light contagiousness to this tirade, It just might make you sick
So irate, with this my brain is just, like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? Cause I'm lit, narrow minded, but go through
Such a wide range of this emotion, that my rage has gotta squeeze through it
Sideways - I just pulled up, in Clive Davis's driveway
With his personal memoir, saying "He's bi!", waving a nine
A picket sign, egging his ride, making him cry "Rape!", then arrive naked
And drive straight, through the gay pride parade, "Yippee-Ki-Yay!"
Cause here I - wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign, maybe to take 'em back into time? (Shady!)
I stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking face, it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking