[Intro: Eminem, Bareda & Swifty McVay]
Slim Shady (Swifty)
Uh, TrumpTight
Dirty Doz', uh

[Hook: Bareda aka Mr. Wrong]
Tell me how it feel to get tore up out the frame
All you gotta do is step up and say your name
The crew be TrumpTight, all it takes is one look
So, n***a, you gon' fuck around and get your shit took

[Verse 1: Bareda aka Mr. Wrong]
I told you bitch n***as a week ago
Witness these slugs as they riddle through your vehicle
Bet three or four hit yo' torso and shake yo' middle
Verbal abuse gon' have you suffering in a hospital
You bitches brittle, you too fragile to be talking shit, fuck you!
I feel sorry for who you walking with
I start to hit anything moving, I'm out my mind, it's been proven
Hit the stage and watch your rap career get ruined
And what you doing will get you stiff, watch you start to freeze
Take ya n***as out this bitch like heart disease
Start to squeeze to the point you can't regain conscious
Talking 'bout "I could've gotten..." but that's plain nonsense
Like Magic Johnson – you just playing like you sick, n***a
See, I got Rabeez
You might have a little bitch in ya, but you ain't crazy
I'm the one that keep the facts known
Fuck your rap career, 'cause all that's gone!
You better have something to fall back on
I hear 'em saying that's wrong how I'm doing
I'm running straight through 'em
And fuck up anyone who know him
Damn shame what happened to 'em
It's now official, it's been confirmed – we gon' return
When slugs hit you
N***as wonderin' where you disappeared to
What you expect?
While I'm getting respect, n***as is paying you your respects
Outranked n***as from the East and West – I can't be touched
Tell you what, you go get your best – watch 'em get crushed!
[Verse 2: Eminem]
The final problem is solved
By throwin' sulfuric acid all over your back to see your spinal column dissolve
Droppin' bodies like it was domino season
My phenomenal legion will shoot out your fuckin' abdominal region
Slim Shady, responsible for your permanent stillness
Just escaped from the hospital with terminal illness
Itchin' to rip your fuckin' frame out
'Cause I ain't got Nothing To Lose, like that movie that just came out
Callin' your name out – first, last, and your middle initial
Your mom, your dad, and your pregnant widow will miss you
And anybody else poppin' some shit'll go with you
'Cause I ain't tryna hear it, like a political issue
So until I can leave with enough funds
I'ma shove guns up in the mouths of your loved ones
Drown 'em face down in the bath while the tub runs
Got a rap sheet that's longer than Tubby's sub buns

[Hook: Bareda aka Mr. Wrong]
Tell me how it feel to get tore up out the frame
All you gotta do is step up and say your name
The crew be TrumpTight, all it takes is one look
So, n***a, you gon' fuck around and get your shit took

Tell me how it feel to get tore up out the frame
All you gotta do is step up and say your name
The crew be TrumpTight, all it takes is one look
So, n***a, you gon' fuck around and get your shit took
[Verse 3: Swifty McVay & Eminem]
Watch these n***as keep grabbing like Andre – no defeating me
Like Barry Sanders running back lines seeing you beating me
I'll get you on the sleep tip, blastin' with this heat, bitch
Backing n***as up like bad traffic at the Freaknik
I'm killing 'em
In my city, I'm considered the only rapper that can split yo gizzard
That's anyone
I'm colder than blizzards
Many run, but don't escape
Vocally, you've been raped, hiding bodies in other states
If you ain't been officiary, rollin' thicker than dictionaries, 
Every word would carry horror to make you wary
Call the motherfucking 5-0!
Hurry, 'cause nines blow in the hands of n***as living scurry and psycho
I'm like Nitro, blowing up spots with top flight hoes
Folding up knots, and you get popped if you bite flows
You instantly turn red if wearing white clothes
Automatic slugs are given, so you gasp posed
You're exposed; you laughing still? Well, atone
Watch your head get popped like daffodils, then you gone
You see, 'cause Rabeez run rampant like mad rabbits, relentless
Rabid rats, you better run out and go get your tetanus
Or feel the wetness, red dot between your retinas
Leaving you headless, 'fore you even said what your set was
Ready to detonate – pissed off, and I'm blowing up, 
Like I pulled into a gas station and backed into a pump
I've been through enough, I'm looking to start a gunfight
With TrumpTight – dropping you off at a dumpsite
[Interlude: Bareda aka Mr. Wrong]
Ha... Slim Shady
Mr. Wrong
Swifty, baby... haha

[Verse 4: Bareda & Swifty McVay]
I'm deadly when lit like cigarettes
I drop bombs and leave you n***as missing ligaments
These shotguns got minds of they own
Stray bullets been known
To fuck up a happy home, in the hands of Mr. Wrong
These n***as drop like atomic bombs
Bionic rhymes from the top, will stop motherfuckers from staying calm
As these firearms disconnect, your final song, bitches over with
The wrath of Swift and Mr. Wrong got yo' soldiers hit
With the rage of Dobermans or yo' coldest Pit–
-bull, n***as got no defense
'Cause you n***as gon' need chiropractors, we biohazardous
I'm flipping you backwards with this gauge – watch me cancel this