作词 : Luis Resto/Ezekiel "Slashmouth" Miller/Marshall Mathers

作曲 : Luis Resto/Ezekiel "Slashmouth" Miller/Marshall Mathers

If I was in the Philippines, he'll be like my muh****in' Malcolm X to my Martin Luther King

Because he ain't a fightin' to go unnoticed

There's no way I was gonna cross 'em off like he's just some any rapper, like a one-hit wonder (Yeah)

I'm on whatever you on, I ain't gon' talk on the phone (Haha)

Keep that same energy ****in' with enemies

It's gettin' temptin' to run in your home (Who did that?)

Huh, buddy, I do it alone, Cudi said word to my homes

Don't just go hit 'em 'cause I gotta drive

You focus on aimin' that blick at his dome, no cap

You mother****ers be lucky as **** that ain't nobody envious of you enough

Take it from me like a brother who dug off the mud on his head but done ended up cuffed

Then he just gets back, backed out again into a world where you double what he did

'Cause you learn, you give it up, or get ****ed in turn, homie

I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

I done got hit on the head, barely survived that shit (Okay)

Minus a nine from ten, Eminem's spot still sits

But **** a position, I'm tunin' him in

Let all you rock out with it, I ain't ever gonna be an opt-out mission

Get the Glock out with it, get to poppin', dip out and smoke

With the homies we mobbin', while I'm cleanin' the stash of my calibers

Some of them might got ya' name on 'em

Wanna brag about shit that could happen

I am the reason that they got a chain on 'em

When I rap, they consider me a Gatling

Fillin' up mags, I'm finna go clapping

Get in that bag with a gold B rabbit, I know they hate this flow

I'm in the mode to get to killin' again with the best stick in your dome

You're never gettin' a penny or less, stealin' the flows

And I'ma spread it again as a test, sick of these hoes

They get to *****in', the bigger the breasts, nevertheless

I'ma get it, enter with that trigger, never better

Instead of settin' the bet up, I let up with the Beretta

Make it, "Duka-duka-doo," on you ******* in front of PETA

'Cause I'm kinda gettin' fed up of leavin' y'all wet up like

I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

Guess I've really no right to complain much (Nah)

Hip-hop has been good to me, huh? (Well)

But when they say that I'm only top five

'Cause I'm white, why would I be stunned? (Huh)

My skin color still workin' against me (What?)

'Cause second I should be to none (Ha)

Being white ain't why they put me at five (Nope)

It's why they can't put me at one (Woo)

They come in with more venom

So the haters, I'm aimin' it toward them (Brr)

And all the envious rappers, I torch if I'm on a joint with 'em (Yeah)

And that is the only retort, is I'm not played in the clubs (What?)

Mother****er, put a cork in it

Only reason they still play your shit in the club (Why?)

Is 'cause you still perform in 'em (Ha-ha)

I am the guest in this house but I turn this ***** to a mansion (What? Yeah)

That's an expansion, made it gargantuan (Huh, what?)

England, Germany, France and Japan's in this ***** (Huh, yeah)

Even Dubai, because my music, they do buy (What?)

You died tryin' the scientist

Two psychiatrists could not unscrew my head off

The blue-eyed devil, I never quit, do I? (Nah)

Nah, 'cause you know you'd get washed like a bar of soap (Yeah)

You *****, you wouldn't give a cigar to smoke (Ha-ha)

And I know that it eats at your heart like an artichoke (Yeah)

Because you know that's how likely you are to choke (Yeah)

Your heart is broke as I rip you apart

I go bananas, proceed to spit every bar, bro (Damn)

I was speaking before my mother's water broke

It's not even close, you *****, I'm by far the G.O.A.T

Gen Z is actin' like rap experts, zip up your gaps and close your mouths (Yeah)

*****, you ain't been on this planet long enough to tell me how rap's supposed to sound (Nah)

Y'all need to stick to what you do best (What?), shootin' schools up, gat', go load up rounds

In your parents' gats and go to class and let off with the strap and go to town (Uh-huh)

Shout to the Furious Five and Grandmaster Flash, but, boy (Whaddup, though?)

This someone who really is furious, stay out his path, his wrath, avoid

And I'll be the last to toy with, this juice-head, his brain is like half destroyed

Like a meteor hit it

Well, there went Melle Mel, we lost his ass to 'roids (Damn)

And God was like, "I got 'em, but I'm gonna start 'em at the bottom of the barrel

Brought him in the world where the mother was on valium him and his father was a coward

Taught him as a child when the ****in' body was around

Had to get himself up and out of poverty, and now

Not even a growl in his stomach, gotta be a hound"

'Til they put your body in the ground, prolly gonna sound like a cliche

But when haters try to beat you down, say "**** 'em"

'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

'Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious of my beginnings

Got a circus for the sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another addition

I'm just playin' Gen Z

You know I love you