Second Place

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Premier & Royce da 5'9"] Nickel, tell 'em what it is (This is a world premiere) [Verse 1] Look, I'm in a zone for reala In a freezer with Medusa, I'm fucking a stone-cold killer Your bitch vibing, I'm inside her and I tell your kids this: Daddy's been doing more dick riding than Kari Wigton I'm very venomous, you very innocent and I will send a monster to your house, call him Harry Henderson Oh my God, I was just in jail, then the Devil caught pneumonia, and it made me sick as hell You niggas counting me out can get the riches still You're all in the Matrix, shoulda picked a different pill You about to see how far that Paul Rosenberg will go The height of my game is like DeMar DeRozan vertical No one understands me, only one sicker than me is Em I'm the new 'D' MC, it runs in the family [Interlude] "Man why that nigga gotta bring Em name up all the time? Man that nigga wouldn't even be rich without that nigga" Shut up faggot! [Chorus] I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards So I could see what second place look like "Too many sick niggas, Nickel bring the remedy" "Make it real clear" I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards So I could see what second place look like ("You not ready for the raw deal, it's all real," "kiss the ring, be gone!") [Verse 2] I'm the magnificent with the sensational style My wedding with the streets got the cake but no vows I'm arrogant as fuck, who cares? You suck Rappers talking about "We the best" have been to Paris too much Who hot? Who sick? Shit, I'm like a Theraflu slush Y'all ain't fly, y'all fallin' slow with the parachute up-up I'm a face-slapper, niggas sleeping on an outfit Call us Taylor Gang 'cept we Wake and Bake rappers Slaughter/Yelawolf responsible for haters' actions Y'all on Gilligan's Island, find a greater Captain Ha-ha, victory laugh Even my photographer's happy, picture me mad I feel well, your bitch sucked my dick, I nutted on the floor Left her standing there crying over spilled milk [Chorus] I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards So I could see what second place look like "Too many sick niggas, Nickel bring the remedy" "Make it real clear" I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards So I could see what second place look like ("You not ready for the raw deal, it's all real," kiss the ring, be gone!) [Verse 3] My swing's like chains on a playground I bust fly plus I'm about to put some wings on a Greyhound My theory of you is: you lie and you drink beer And I ain't hearing ya so you must be from Liberia I wave bye like Hitler, 100-round Thumper Bulletproof what? You gon' need an underground bunker I aim where you should go I put my whole life on the net, even my weapons I am Bazooka Joe, ugh We the shit, nigga eat a dick We'll make him eat his words, we the stones, he the sticks I'm going yelling Shady everywhere Smacking niggas' bitches with they lipstick and they baby with they teddy bear To you and your man: ain't gon' be no Talladega Night I come to question y'all and y'all don't know what to do with your hands Nickle Preme, killer team At a different dealer every day like a fickle fiend [Chorus] I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards So I could see what second place look like "Too many sick niggas, Nickel bring the remedy" "Make it real clear" I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards So I could see what second place look like ("You not ready for the raw deal, it's all real," kiss the ring, be gone!)