Between Worlds

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Turn my mic up
Turn my mic up

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck it, blackout niggas!

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Oh my lord, lower the casket down
Sprinkle the ash, or get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on your crown, skip town
Ground zero, Shapiro the king cash cow
Do I make 'em say 'Wow!', strip, ow, bow
I sit with the pound, click, pow
Blow, click, click, pow, click, pow
Stop traffic dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip with thou
Art, you don't really want start when I growl
(rawr, rawr, rawr) let me come and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I never stop, cause
When we do come through, you better lock doors (PAUSE)
The wolves wanna eat, peep how they lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me cop raw
And if you ain't have enough
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen fuck is going on?
Back with the B.A barrackus callous,
Bang on another song I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and dribbling and witness them
Nibble them like sunflower seed shells
Set these scales got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on these males ‘til it's stinkin' fouler than a weed smell
Nigga your tree fell
See how they Twitter, Facebook and Instagramming a email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook and I bang em at retail
Until they cripple, see I cook like I'm slanging a weed sale
Until I triple bread and whoop ‘em and drag 'em like females (gasp)
Oh see well, these niggas already know
The way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut
Your bitch remind me of my replacement butt kind of an ancient slut
It's going down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking steaks in they gut
So gracefully and graciously, I painfully wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck
And drinking ‘til I'm blasted harassing and erase a nigga (crunk) keeping 'em over
Keeping 'em up and blacking until I'm leaving ‘em stuck
I got ‘em happier than a child in a park chasing a duck
While I'm chasing a buck these funny niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire
‘Til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the break a brick surfacing back a sound
While I'm lighting up shit that'll cause quick
Worship and gather around, it's
Certain this shit'll splatter cliques painful and make ‘em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart, it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders (with) bullets bigger than a boulder
And they break ‘em and they know us, classic
And the way it's going you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together we're crazy
Like baking a vomit and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch
(We that sick)
Like I'm from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me
Don't make me wanna spazz (Alalala)
Like I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up and I'm starting to heat up, yack
I'm chopping your foot off, now it's mine
And I'm putting my feet up, black
Back to the hood and off to the wild
And I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long niggas is asking if the hook had died
Naw, but the beat is fried!

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Apparently there's a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just might make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? Cause I'm lit
Narrow minded, but go through such a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, egging his ride
Making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay pride parade, yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I - wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe to take 'em back into time (Shady)
I stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game
But just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin
Of crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazelly, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need some Flonase when he's speaking?
What kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking
How'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class clown
Rich Democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party
Me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight
So let's get smashed and wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho
Don't make me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway & Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools?
I was rippin' shop raisin' hell up in "Drew's"
When Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the living shit out you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm the S.O.G. like a wet log, pores never get clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left, y'all
Step off 'forr you get stepped on, soft?
Bout as commercial as my fucking Lear jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl, alert
Once you enter in my house of pain, you're in a world of hurt, so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, came to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them arms and freaking hands flailing
And jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of failure
So what does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn railing

[Outro:]
Chill, man, chill