We should do something like that, yeah. There's never been as much of a menace in this game as this, and it's the most sinister do in the business, once again it's the illest and realist killers the most villainous. Drake, Protege, Shady, Apprentice, drop them Zills and get with these heals. You want losers and winners, this music is in us, and it's not over till we say its finished. To his form, the greatest haters are lovers, make voodoo dolls of us and keep sticking them pins in us. Thick as his skin is, or as short as his wick is, the trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is, and as slick 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, well we had sex while Bill Clinton plays the sax, I spraise the facts, yeah bring Shady on back, the maniac of rap, devil baby on crack, resurrect, I never left, baby I'm bad, I've gone mad, my comrade Drayzee automatically says I'm too pro 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 shit, that's that, fuck it I quit, suck on a dick, jackass, I'm done with this wack ass rap, kiss my black ass, 50 cent, nah I am told him to kiss my black ass, to clean parts, the shitty parts, my bullet wounds, my beauty marks, the fit but tell your ass apart, I came in this game, crushing motherfuckers from the start, Shady pay me, Shady crazy, 50 crazy rich bitch, zippa day, nothing changed, it's the same shit trick, Teflon wrapped on, case I get clapped on, D-Search is a whip, glad I left the mac home, still grinding, still shining, nigga lord knows, rocking with the kid that's spits, sick of sick flows, I carried game style for 9 months and gave birth to it, now I'm feeling like a proud father watching him do it, A day, Dre day, front of course in May late, turn the town upside down, with a frown upside down, I smile through some foul, and watch my money pile, I'm fucking with spade stacks, I'm kicking you straight back, I hit you with it, bag it, pop it, bring me mines right back