We should do something like that, yeah. Drake, Protege, Shady, Apprentice. Drop them zeros and get with these hills. You want losers or winners? This music is in us. And it's not over till we say it's finished. Since the unit's finished, it keeps spinning. This is hip-hop when it's in it. To exform the greatest haters or lovers. Make voodoo dolls of us and keep sticking them pins in us. Thick as the skin is, or as short as it's weakest. The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is. And as sick as his music is, or was, still is. Whatever, forever, he will be the illest, to ever. To shock the world, what to do next? He's already reconciled with his tears. Chainsaw on an axe, choke a bitch to death. Strangle her neck while we have ***. While Bill Clinton plays the sax, I sprays the facts. Yeah, bring Shady on back, the maniac. A rap devil, baby, on crack. Resurrect, I never left. Baby, I'm bad, I've gone mad. My comrade, Tracy, automatically says I'm too broke to fix. Wavy on that, I may be off drugs. But it's made me off track. In fact, this right here very well could be the last rap. If I ever do spit, I'll never do ***. That's that. *** it, I quit. Suck on a dick, jackass. I'm done with this wack-ass rap. Kiss my black ass. 50 Cent. Now I am tellin' him to kiss my black ass. The clean parts, the ***ty parts. My bullet wounds, my beauty marks. The fit potato ass, a part of me. In this game, crushin' mother***ers from the start. Shady pay me, Shady crazy. 50 crazy, rich bitch. Zip a day, nothing changed. It's the same *** trick. Teflon wrapped on, in case I get clapped on. D-Search and the whip. Glad I left the Mac home. Still grindin', still shinin', nigga, Lord knows. Rockin' with the kid that's spittin' sicker sick flows. I carried game style for nine months and gave birth to it. Now I'm feelin' like a proud father watchin' him do it. A-Day, Trey Day. Front of course in May, late. Turn the town upside down with a frown upside down. I smile, do somethin' foul. And watch my money pout. I *** with the straight fact. I'm kickin' you straight facts. I hit you with it, bag it, pump it, bring me, mine, straight facts. Boom boom cha, boom boom cha, boom boom cha boom boom cha, hear that sweet sound boom boom cha, boom boom cha, boom boom cha, I hit your ass out. Boom boom cha, boom boom cha, boom boom cha, hear that sweet sound boom boom cha, boom boom cha, boom boom cha, it's Shady.