There they go, packin' stadiums as Shady spits his flow,
Nuts they go, Macadamian they go so ballistic woah,
We can make them look bozo's, he's wondering if he should spit this slow,
****, no, go for broke,
Coz his cup just runneth over, oh no,
He ain't had a b-buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed,
They've been waiting patiently for Pinnochio to poke his nose,
Back into the game, and they know rap'll never be the same as before,
Bashin' in the brains of these hoes and establishin' a name as he goes,
The passion of the flame is ignited, you can't put it out once we light it,
This shit is exactly what the ****, that I'm talking about when we riot,
You dealin' with a few true villains, who standin' inside of the booth true spillin',
And spit true feeling's, until our two-fillers come flying up out of our mouths, now rewind it,
Payback, mother****er, for the way that you doubted me, so how's it taste?
When I slap the taste out of your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place,
I'm Hannibal Lecter, so just in case you thinkin' of savin' face,
You ain't gonna have no face to save by the time I'm through with this place,
Play some Drake, play some Drake.