[Intro: Crooked I] [Verse One: Crooked I] f** it I'm on one Slaughterhouse we on 2, point oh sh** Point your sh** to the garbage now b**h, y'all ain't it Everybody talking about that and this Crooked did a song with Canibus Am I supposed to be beefing with him? Let me tell you all what the answer is: No, no, no. Nowadays do I listen to half his sh**? No, no, no, and I bet the internet say that's a diss Gotta keep it real man I will not flip flop Grind every day I'mma go hard get guap Cops wanna track me, but fans won't be happy Until I k** a n***a on World Star Hip Hop But, but, but your boy ain't going out like no wa*kster Cause intelligence is the brand new gangster The number one spot is in danger Let me tell you why you rappers ain't f**ing with the Slaughterhouse gang You got a little flow that's cool with me Got a little ice, little j**el-er-y But none of you can fool with the crew to me Name a n***a rapping better, maybe 2 or 3... and that's it All the above, you call it circle love Homie I merk a thug Wait a minute this purple bud This pink drink, that's a lot of bottles Ace of Spade is celebrated Cause we made it I'mma drank it ‘Til my cadence Sound sedated Cause I'm faded You can hate it Ask me if I give a f** Homeboy I came from nothing, this time I'mma live it up I'm so real, I'm a needle in a haystack When I drive by tell your people it's the payback Yeah I got paper, still doing drive-bys What? This time Desert Eagle in a Maybach Cause we don't play that We don't play that sh** n***a I'm on one [Outro: Crooked I]