[Verse 1: Eminem]
Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it
You want it, you gon' get it
Name 'em we gon' hit 'em chew 'em up and spit 'em out
Too much venom and if you roll with 'em
We gon' fuck you up with 'em
I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose
My shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them
You know how we do it when we do
How we do it when we come through
G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie we all move like assassins
Ski mask and gloves consider this as a warning
Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs
But we are fizz-ast, fuck your little bitch ass up
We are not killers, my vato will have you shot, though
Dragged your little body and fucked like Kim Osorio's
Little sorry ho ass, go ask B-Real
We burn Source covers like fucking Cypress Hill
Did in the '90s, when you was in diapers still
Shady Records, you better believe the hype is real
This is no joke, I don't smoke
But I toke enough secondhand to make my fucking P.O. choke
I'm an OG, you're fucking with a G.I. Joe
Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc'
I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me
When I retire I'll be spitting baby food on people
At San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her
With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs
You ever had your cap peeled back or your shit pushed in?
I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion
Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog
I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog
Nobody told you that I'm loco, ése?
I lack every sane chemical in my membrane
I'm Slim Sha-D and the 'D' is for deez nuts
And you can get each one for free so feast up
I'll pee in a cup for three months
I'm having an E party for Easter please come

[Chorus: Chester Bennington & Mike Shinoda]
There's no trace of what remains
No stones to mark the graves
Only memories we thought we could deny
And the blood may wash away
But the scars will never fade
At least I know, somehow, I made a mark

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
We gon' bring it to anybody who want it
You want it, you gon' get it
You name 'em and we'll hit 'em, chew 'em up and spit 'em out
*Hock-ptui* Too much venom and if you roll with 'em
We gon' fuck you up with 'em
You can do all them push ups to pump up your chest
I got a twelve gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest
Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest
Fear me like you fear God cause I bring death
Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle
I'm the strongest around, you know how I get down
I watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy
And turn it off before it end cause the bad guy die
If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to
So what they got bodies on them? They still look new
You can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something
When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fitting to cut something
They say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie
If the bitch think I love her, the bitch don't know me
Hahaha, sorry Kim (Oh, sorry)


[Chorus: Chester Bennington & Mike Shinoda]
There's no trace of what remains
No stones to mark the graves
Only memories we thought we could deny
And the blood may wash away
But the scars will never fade
At least I know, somehow, I made a mark

[Outro]
No trace of what remains
No stones to mark the graves
Only memories we thought we could deny