Lyrics:

spoken:
Nah, fuck an intro man, lets go

I come around like what goes around
What goes up must come down
Anyone who comes up must go down
Might as well go for the gusto now

Better not let up better not let them breath, last shot give it all you got
Try to turn me down bitch get fucked with the volume nob, fuck all you snobs
Hoes I hope all you rot, two bottles of Lubriderm and a box of condoms
Is that all you brought, and you want a ménage à trois you twats

Fuck that I'd rather turn this club, to a bar room brawl
Get rowdy as Roethlisberger, in a bathroom stall
Like a leech stuck, in a vacuum ya'll
Ain't nothin' but a whole lot of suckin', goin' on

In rap, yeah but I'm home, bad to the bone back in the zone
Let him alone you don't wanna go eggin' him on, it'll never be my chair that you own
Crown so tight that it cuts off circulation to the brain no oxygen
Other words there's no heir to the throne

When I die so does hip-hop, Hitchcock better shit bitch ass doc, got it zip locked
In a bag, you fags ain't been able to fade me since Kid Rock had a hi-top
Keep bloggin' while I'm mind bogglin', I zone like I'm in the twilight
Dog get off my bone, this is my mic doggonit, I like hoggin' it

Flow so wet, I'ma take this beat tobogganin'
I'm water loggin' it, I'm soggin' it
Pull your verse out the beat and stomp on it, suplexin' it on cement
Like I'm on some straight outta Compton shit, take this dick and chomp on it

I'm so bad I can bitch slap a backhanded compliment, jackass eat a donkey dick
The game I just about conquered it, like Donkey Kong, I'm bonkers bitch
I'm the king of this honky shit, I reign supreme in this honky shit
No sense screamin' and arguin', makes no difference whether a Benz a Bentley or a Beamer's the car you in

You think you ball well I palm it, I throw up bombs when I vomit
Boy I throw down in the kitchen, might hit your mom with my omelet
But you got egg on your face, now watch me drop an atomic
I should be strapped to the chest, of a kamikaze bitch I'm as

Bat shit as Ozzy it's obvious, you can tell right off the bat
No pun intended but come any closer, I'll bite off your head
Tryin' to give me the finger's, kinda like givin' a spider the web
I'm just gonna spin it, and try to use it to my advantage

I catch a fly in that bitch, you think you fly you just food
I give as much as a flyin' fuck, as that Superman dude
Guess I just do what you can't do, I make you look stupid and bamboozled
Confused as usual and you can get ripped, she can open a can too

But you better hope you can handle the heat, or stay the fuck outta hell's kitchen
I came to cock-block, like a square fuckin' male chicken
Yeah, it's Shady slut, the rest can suck on a big one
'Cause I'm as despicable, as Daffy Duck when I'm spittin'

Haha, Recovery.