I get to bustin' like I'm a thirty ought six When I'm rippin' the beat up, but then I heard he got pissed When I got at the top and they made him purty hot (Uh) 'Cause he knowin' that Tecca Nina's a dirty chopper (Uh) He's handle, holmes, here's a handful How in the hell he hoverin' havin' hella go ham though? I said to Seven, "Richie Havens'll be the man" So we put it together thinkin' Eminem was a gamble (uh) Guess not, 'cause he be the guest spot Kaliko said, "What we doin'?" – I said to him, "Let's chop!" So now the people finally get three of the best locked (Uh) Never be another chopper's comin' so let's rock, nigga! (Uh) You're on, people got to wonderin' if it's a for sure song Yes, I got another killer makin' a tour strong If you thinkin' of battlin'—uh, you're gone!

Nobody can catch him, he the Speedy Gonzales The beat is a problem And if you got your feet in your mouth You gon' have to beat it up out of him It's a lot of 'em, and I mean a lot of 'em And me and Nina used to follow them I've got to audibly body them This is it, man, the hitman, the Ip Man, karate 'em And if fans will lift hands, we'll get dancin' out of 'em And in Kansas advanced to withstand a pile of 'em Who stands with two hands up movin' the crowd of 'em If I ain't makin' sense Then you better sample the amp of it like the bass It ain't ever been a gift for me to heat 'em I beat 'em, I burn 'em (Then I let 'em melt) They never heard of us, but look at 'em turnin' up (Uh) I slap the shirt off a super simpleton, make 'em be impotent If and when I be flippin', niggas be feminine (Okay) I said the purpose to pimp a pen And reverse the conditions I'm livin' in And do bigger numbers than Eminem Gotta be fast, or I'll smash on a nigga With half the cash I'm a little sicker, quicker than you figure (Ice cold) I make 'em shiver bigger than the winter If you half-ass deliverin' I'ma eat your dinner (Yum) Better than mine, oh no, not me, I mean other guys (Okay) I jump around, so do that mean that I'm rubberized? (Okay) Me and N9ne master, meaning we murderize We'll bleed 'em, beat 'em 'til they be gone, feed 'em!

Speedom! (If you wanna go with us) Speedom! (I'ma leave 'em in the dust) Speedom! (I must be the one to bust) Speedom! (And I'm gonna hit the clutch) Speedom! (If you wanna go with us) Speedom! (I'ma leave 'em in the dust) Speedom! (I must be the one to bust) Speedom! (And I'm gonna hit the clutch)

Sometimes (go) I feel (go) Like I'll never slow down (Worldwide Choppers) Sometimes (go) I feel (go) Like I'll never slow down (Worldwide Choppers)

Wait! Before I wreck this beat, let me just check to see If Stephanie Mills left any extra refills Of ecstasy pills next to me, in the seats spilled Or she eat 'em all with a breakfast drink (You inspect the sink?) In the habit of grabbin' a mic and babblin', I dabble in Vics But I might just swallow my fuckin' Ritalin tablet after tonight I'm grabbin' it right from the medicine cabinet 'Cause that's what it's like, and attackin' it like a Dracula bite Jetpack in a backpack when I write All this anger pent-up inside I went up inside a Bennigans diner with a cigarette lighter Figured I'd try to set a big enough fire That'll trigger the sprinkler system And I'd escape, but the getaway driver Screwed up my limo, collided with the center divider I went through the window And ended up being pinned to the side Of a semi fender beside a friend of the guy's wife Brenda The flight attendant from Idaho That took an antenna in the vagina hole 'Cause when I pick up a pen I'm venomous And I'm as slick as Dennis the Menace Like an evil dental hygienist, sinister You've been yellin' dementedness I invented this, I'm the genesis Eminem is a nemesis to a feminist Fuckin' smart alec degenerate, I got Ellen DeGeneres Tryna tell me these men are just full of jealousy, envious Of female independence, hell with a clitoris, hit or miss You will never consider this a bitter disappointment I'll never fail to deliver this Whatever the weather in this'll be Just like a certificate of authenticity that I'm thinkin' about Just tryna think of the quickest and sickest way To make 'em picket, I pick a day to be a prick Then I'm pickin' the wickedest shit to say Spit it back on a level, incredible Head full of Red Bull, unforgettable Better believe these beats are edible I consider loose leaf a vegetable And I stalk my prey You think you got away? Uh-uh, not today Murder you on a song and then I'll just say I was with Dr. Dre and Robert Blake, eatin' lobster, steak And coffee cake at a restaurant with Drake And Tech just got to make sure that our stories corroborate I'm a lot to take, like Kanye walkin' up on the stage For Beyoncé, like it's my job to say That you're not a real artist, but it's my obligation Honest Abe is on his way, you will not escape Ammunition replenished, the Punisher With his gun insured, hundred words In a clip, other words motherfuckers better run If you're not lookin' to get run over by the roadrunner No wonder no one don't wanna go And jump in front of a fuckin' runaway locomotive Or get thrown up under it just tryna fuck with the—

Speedom! (If you wanna go with us) Speedom! (I'ma leave 'em in the dust) Speedom! (I must be the one to bust) Speedom! (And I'm gonna hit the clutch) Speedom! (If you wanna go with us) Speedom! (I'ma leave 'em in the dust) Speedom! (I must be the one to bust) Speedom! (And I'm gonna hit the clutch)

Sometimes (go) I feel (go) Like I'll never slow down (Worldwide Choppers) Sometimes (go) I feel (go) Like I'll never slow down (Worldwide Choppers)

I'm the fury, the final fight I flip it on fraudulent fellas for feelin' fright I flick it on fire, finish him when the flow in flight Feminine fakers fall, I'm floggin' a foe with a fife Never forget it, I severed the head of a critic I sped up and did it, you trippin' to be a dead epidemic Or wet up a clinic, and make a bloody redder percentage Of an addict who's havin' to get the lead of a cynic I was never the Devil, I put up a fight up in the industry Peddle the metal, we givin' the light, a lot of energy We reppin', beat checkin' he that be Koba If he's the evil enemy it'll be over Running you down, in front of your town You ever makin' fun of the clown, I'm gunnin' you down We doin' it under the ground, a wonderful sound If anybody come at the hound, no one'll be found, bitch! Would never be choppin' without Slick Rick I got it from the record "Lick the Balls" and this dick If you never listen to me, you musical misfit Nah, 'cause every time I be droppin' I get bit I'm hearin' a lot of rappers, they tryin' to spit quick But the Middle West got 'em and we kill 'em in this bitch If you ain't in my circle of choppers you missed it 'Cause me and my nigga Twista rule it—and this it

Speedom! (If you wanna go with us) Speedom! (I'ma leave 'em in the dust) Speedom! (I must be the one to bust) Speedom! (And I'm gonna hit the clutch) Speedom! (If you wanna go with us) Speedom! (I'ma leave 'em in the dust) Speedom! (I must be the one to bust) Speedom! (And I'm gonna hit the clutch)

Sometimes (go) I feel (go) Like I'll never slow down (Worldwide Choppers) Sometimes (go) I feel (go) Like I'll never slow down (Worldwide Choppers)