I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep

Ain't gonna breathe 'til I see what I wanna see

And what I wanna see is you go to sleep in the dirt

Permanently, you just bein' hurt

This ain't gonna work for me, it just wouldn't be

Sufficient enough 'cause we are just gonna be

Enemies as long as we breathe, I don't ever see

Either of us comin' to terms where we can agree

There ain't gonna be no reasonin' speakin' with me

You speak on my seed, then me no speak-a Inglés

So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin' unless

You're gonna agree to meet with me in the flesh

And settle this face-to-face, and you're gonna see

A demon unleashed in me that you've never seen

And you're gonna see this gangster pee on himself

I see you, D12, and thanks, but me need no help

Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies

When I see you, I'm seein' you, me and you only

We never met, but best believe you gon' know me

When I'm this close to see you exposed as phony

Come on, bitch, show me! Pick me up, throw me!

Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me

You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful

I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too

Now go to sleep, bitch, die, motherfucker, die

Ugh, time's up, bitch, close your eyes

Go to sleep, bitch (What?), why are you still alive?

How many times I gotta say, "Close your eyes"?

And go to sleep, bitch (What?), die, motherfucker, die

Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye

Go to sleep, bitch (What?), why are you still alive? Why? Die, motherfucker, ah, ah, ah, go to sleep, bitch

We got you niggas nervous on purpose

To hurt your focus, you's not MCs

You's worthless, you's not them Gs

You's a circus, you's no appeal, please

Use curtains

You use words Kool Herc slurred in two-thousand-third, you's perpin'

You's no threat, who's you servin'?

When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when

You fuck with a label overseein' the Earth

Shady, motherfucker, O. Trice's birth

And as I mold, I become more cursed

So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf

Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse

Is he who depicts fiction in his verse

And as I breathe, and you be deceased

The world believe you deceived just to speak

You's not the streets, you's the desk

Use not your chest, nigga, use a vest

Before tools choose your rest, you chose death

Six feet deep, nigga, that's the depth

Now go to sleep, bitch, die, motherfucker, die

Ugh, time's up, bitch, close your eyes

Go to sleep, bitch (What?), why are you still alive?

How many times I gotta say, "Close your eyes"?

And go to sleep, bitch (What?), die, motherfucker, die

Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye (Uh, uh, uh)

Go to sleep, bitch (What?), why are you still alive? Why? Die, motherfucker, ah, ah, ah, go to sleep, bitch (Uh, uh)

Hey, dog, I'ma walk like a beast (Yeah), talk like the streets (Yeah)

I'ma stay blazin' New York with the heat (Yeah)

Stalk on the beat (Yeah), walk with my feet (Ugh)

Understand my pain, the rain ain't sweet (What?)

Peep how I'm movin' (Uh-huh), peep where I'm goin' (Uh-huh)

Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin' (Woo)

But I'ma keep growin', gettin' larger than life

Easy goin', but the same one that started the fight

He be knowin' how dog get when dog gon' bite (Ugh)

Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life (Ugh)

Grand champ, and my bloodline is tight (What?)

'Cause it's all good (Yeah), 'cause it's all right (Come on)

Niggas tried to holla but couldn't holla back

Now they got to swallow everything in the sack

Blood Line, and we can go track for track

Damn, dog, why you had to do them niggas like that?

Now go to sleep, bitch, die, motherfucker, die

Ugh, time's up, bitch, close your eyes

Go to sleep, bitch (What?), why are you still alive?

How many times I gotta say, "Close your eyes"?

And go to sleep, bitch (What?), die, motherfucker, die

Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye

Go to sleep, bitch (What?), why are you still alive?

Why? Die, motherfucker, ah, ah, ah, go to sleep, bitch

All of you motherfuckers, take that (Ugh)

Here, take this too, bitch

Uh, uh, uh, uh, wahoo

We're killin' all you motherfuckers dead

All of you

Fake-ass gangsters

No more press, no more press

Rot, motherfuckers, rot (Uh-huh)

Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfuckin' dirt

Die nameless, bitch, die nameless

No more fame

Ahh, hahahaha

Yo, X, come on, man (Woo)

Obie, let's go

(Haha)