Trade Off

[Intro] One, two, three [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] This here is the verbal onslaught We decide who gonna set it off with a coin toss Pull out the big pencil while the coin's suspended in air Before it can hit the floor I'ma give you 'Bout fifty-nine reasons in the form of a lyrical beating Why nobody could compete with a flipped nickel I'm with your chick though, she said you ain't a man, damn She said all you can do is split though, like Van Damme You could put me on any tempo I'll be buggin' out and findin' the pocket in it More phantom than the one where that man asked that other man To give his hand out of it before they slayin' a brother mouth [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Outta Oz, I'm a wizard with the speech Y'all all under that house like the Wicked Witch feet Sittin' in enemies' suite, feminine geeks against the elite Diss Eminem's fleet, dress better than fleek These ain't knocks, why you checkin' my sneak's? Once I'll go get the receipt, these was like eleven pockets Julian Edelman deep, I settle the beef with my enemies Heckle a Koch killer A1, independently Clear out vicinities like I'm wearin' out her virginity Synergy, energy's unmatched, Canelo and Dempsey Say hello to your senseis, 'cause since we been On the scene, y'all been sensitive, I can sense all the nonsense and envy [Verse 3: KXNG Crooked] I wish you unimaginative pigs Didn't choose rappin' as a gig Last rapper I couldn't stand, I kidnapped him while he was nappin' in his crib Backin' the hammer, I cracked him in the wig Call it a hairline fracture, that's for the wack rappin' that he did Man, he panicked and he slid out the rope, had to jack him up again Snapped his arm backwards He seen his own fuckin' bone pass through his skin I shoved the bone inside of his abdomen He had to be mad at me for usin' a part of his own anatomy To happily stab him in the ribs, ha, laughin' again Tragedy has to happen when rapping with Em [Verse 4: Eminem] Stick a javelin in his Adam's apple and if I can't get it in Start unravelling his intestine in less than a half minute, then Stretch it like elastic until it begins to snap like a chin Strap and then stand with a grin (Chka) Your majesty, glad you're back, it's King Mathers The only thing these faggots get held as is the captive And when it comes to the pen, I keep goin' in, get served like a fuckin' pig With a napkin and paper fork, get the coroner, rigor mortis Has competition, as stiff as boards, boydin' all, godspeed So forgive me, Lord, appalling your jaw droppings to the sickened whore Even hot emcees all cop pleased with a piss in drawers Get the shotty and I'll cock, squeeze like a frickin' whore So why are you all called police? The decision's poor 'Cause not even law stops me, you were misinformed Forget the morgue, why the fuck y'all cops need a mortician for? Nobody at all tops E, like a missin' corpse [Verse 5: Joe Budden] Somebody get Paul, lock me in a prison ward With Nadia and let her top me 'til my tip is soft For practice, should've known we'd attack this (Why?) My whole squad criminal minded, check the blacklist Paper chasers, caged razers, abrasive Based off hatred, a nigga faced with cases Raised in the matrix, Biz marks get a the taste of the vapours Chance of seein' me is greater with LASIK, Joey Not a rook, shorty with me, could tell a vet A bill maker deflate balls, come give my bell a check If I hit the yard on the bar gettin' hella wrecked Won't though, normally I'm free for the bail to set I be in [tailored threads?], tell me who the hell is next [Verse 6: Eminem] The smell of sex, fire accelerants, Breck's and Celebrex Inhalants, X, and I'm high on Chanel, and Insect repellent, meth And- c'mon, Em, stop, I mean, stop Ain't no stoppin' the vel-ocity of skill, ill Shocking, like Silkk the Shocker in silk stockings And still copping a feel like Bill Cosby at will After pill poppin' and spilled Oxy's in Jill's coffee And send her out to the lobby a lil' wobbly and still groggy I'm real cocky 'til I get real sloppy, then she'll probably Just squeal on me, 'til then I'ma chill like Chill Rob G You still serial kill, copy, you Xerox me But lyrics are top tier, your career's flopping That's why you're salty as tear drops, I can make a Aaliyah stop in Mid-air and drop in the ocean and all you hear's plop Then float up to the sky when I talk, bitch, I'm so fly, when I walk, my ears pop [Verse 7: Joell Oritz] I'm on the East side of New York, near the fish spot Poke you with the side of this fork, my grits not Ha, I pull over, it looks like I made a pit stop Wouldn't stop cars through the streets, it feel like I skip blocks Bitches get back to me right away I give 'em the signal, fuck 'em, then let 'em go like they got the right of way I'm tryna write away the anger from my past When they wouldn't let me smash, but I guess I'll get 'em back When I fuck 'em in they ass, have 'em suffer and suck on my bubble bag You better not fuckin' gag either, guzzle, brag Your mouth's raising my kids, that's the plan, B Smile, show me one big happy family [Verse 8: Royce da 5'9" & Joe Budden] I met her on the East coast, somewhere near D&D Preemo said she did porn, and she be on TMZ I took here somewhere far away that I don't care being seen She saw me use this application called AirBnB Started asking questions, bullshit that I ain't wanna hear at all Stressing, if we being honest, I ain't care at all Man, I hate them questions, told her that's an application I got on my phone to find a place so I can fuck her She found it so sexy, I kept it so brutally honest with her Ever since then, man, she's been waving my flag like a patriotic mother I'm holding the four boards, the tu-tu I heard them boys ran down on you Like you do for a new shoe (New shoe) [Verse 9: Eminem] So fuck you too, whore, and screw you I knew you would probably go screw Royce, but you blew Schoolboy Q, Posdnuos, Trugoy, Plug Two too You bout to get fingered by you four, I move boot Up your poop chute, up and down two floors, I threw you So shooby-di-dooby-di-woo, joy, treat you, you Like a shitzu with a new chew toy, I chewed you A new one, tissue won't be an issue but, bitch You might have to learn the shit through this new rectum I ripped you, fist you, like a pistol 'Cause bitch, even if you went away, only way I'll say I missed you Is if I swung and I didn't hit you Wicked intentions, I'm sick with the pen when I diss you But I'll stick it with pencils then I'm pickin' up ginsus and switchin' to kitchen utensils This is the most suspenseful, potentially gross and intense moment, the wench Dove at me, hence I just bent over, she went, "No" And she went out the window of the tenth floor, hit the Smithso- Nian, winds blowing, this hoe's in a trench coat She begins floating and hits a fencepost I hate this bitch, but I cringed though as both her shins broke Michael Douglas and Glenn Close, if only that French toast Would've been on that stove when I came home, you wouldn't have got beat [Outro: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9''] Thick skull, sicko, drinking at Big Gulp with a slit throat Spit frozen coke from my lymph nodes (Em!), in pimp mode Get the nympho's info with the symposium while I sniff blow Listen, we get it, we get it, we get it, we get it That's enough, we gotta let them hear the rest of this album We'll let them hear the rest of this song later (In the fifth row with a clip show, with Flipmode) We'll let them hear the rest of this song later (Up in this clip, tryna tiptoe in snow, drip more, and the clip oh-)