^{Nicki Minaj} I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin so far ahead, these bums is lagging see me in that new thing, bums is gagging I’m starting to feel like a dungeon dragon rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon I’m starting to feel like a dungeon dragon look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzing so f-ck I look like getting back to a has-been yeah, I said it, has-been hang it up, flatscreen, haha, plasma hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain’t got medicine I got bars, sentencing I’m a bad bitch, I’m a cunt and I’ll kick that hoe, punt forced trauma, blunt you play the back, bitch, I’m in the front you need a job, this ain’t cutting it Nicki Minaj is who you ain’t f-cking with You li’l brag a lot, I beat you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie, camera block you outta work, I know it’s tough but enough is enough [Chorus] Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon ^Eminem I ain’t into S and M, but my whip’s off the chain a little drop of candy paint drips off the frame twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain an eraser for a head, f-cking pencil for a frame you don’t like it then peel off bitch every last woman on Earth I’ll kill off and I still wouldn’t f-ck you, slut so wipe the smile on your grill off I swear to God I’ll piss a Happy Meal off get the wheels turning, spin a wheel off snap the axel in half, bust the tie-rod quit hollering “Why, God?” He ain’t got sh-t to do with it Bygones will never be bygones so won’t be finished swallowing my wad I ain’t finished blowing it, nice bra hope it’ll fit a tough titty, bitch life’s hard, I swear to God life is a dumb blonde white broad with fake tits and a bad dye job who just spit in my f-cking face and called me a f-cking tightwad so finally I broke down and bought her an iPod and caught her stealing my music so I tied her arms and legs to the bed set up the camera and pissed twice on her look, two pees and a tripod! the moral to the story is, life’s treating you like dry sod? kick it back in its face, my God it’s Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd but don’t ask why, bitch (ask why not) The wo-world is my punchin’ bag and If I’m garbage, you’re a bunch of maggots Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me Show me the target so I can lunge and attack it Like a, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon You fell off, off, they musta bumped your wagon You musta went off the back, I’m ’bout to go off the deep end I told you to stay in your lane, you just choked in traffic ^{Nicki Minaj} (I-I-I-I-Is) Is this the thanks that I get for putting you bitches on? is it my fault that all of you bitches gone? shoulda sent a thank you note, you little ho now I’ma wrap your coffin with a bow “N-N-N-Nicki, she’s just mad ’cause you took the spot” word, that bitch mad ’cause I took the spot? Well, bitch, if you ain’t sh-tting, then get off the pot Got some n-ggas out in Brooklyn that’ll off your top I-I-I-I hear them mumbling, I hear the cackling I got ‘em scared, shook, panicking overseas, church, Vatican you at a stand, still, mannequin you wanna sleep on me? Overnight? I’m the motherf-cking boss, overwrite and when I pull up, vroom, motorbike now all my n-ggas gettin’ bucked, overbite I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levi’s raggedy-ass, holes in your knee-highs I call the play, now do you see why? these bi*ches calling me Manning, Eli (Manning, Eli!) Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-Manning, Eli These bitches calling me (Manning, Eli) ^Eminem A-a-a-a-all you little faggots can suck it, no homo but I’ma stick it to ‘em like refrigerator magnets and I’m crooked enough to make straitjackets bend yeah, look who’s back again, bitch keep acting as if you have the same passion I have yeah right, still hungry, my ass You ass-dicks had gastric bypass Ain’t hot enough to set fire to dry grass And ’bout as violent as hair on eyelids (eyelash!) go take a flying leap of faith off a f-cking balcony ‘fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass you know what time it is, so why ask? Slim Shady and Nicki’s World’s clashing It’s high class meets white trash [Chorus] ^{Nicki Minaj} Roman, Roman! stop it, stop it! you’ve gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad! you and this boy Slim Shady! What’s going on? they’ll lock you away! They’ll put you in a jail cell! I promise! take your mother’s warning, Roman Pleaaaaase, back to bed, run along! Let’s go! Come on! Wash your mouth out with soap, boys