[Chorus 1: Eminem, Royce da 5'9"]
I wanna be the best who ever did it
Don't know if that goal's feasible or it isn't
But if it is, then, God, if you're listenin'
Please grant me the strength to crush all competition
You can't blame me for dreamin', I'm a dreamer
And if I'm comin' off brash, please forgive me, but that's all I want
I just wanna be the illest MC, that's all I want
The same time bein' as real as can be

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Mayhem, sickness, murder, horror
These are the kind of words that describe my aura, G Rap
Ras Kass, Kurupt, Redman
I am cut from that cloth, write a rhyme about me, you a dead man
Cool J, "I'm Bad" video, learned the whole
Routine and performed it for my father's friends while they smoked and drank
Symphony, D.O.C. inspired me to write what
Would eventually put me on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history, but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost, we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one-two cadence
Thank God for the lunchroom tables
I'm tryna be the sickest n***a, dead or alive
And if I happen to fall short, it's been one hell of a ride
Chronic 1 and 2, lookin' up at the sky, at the sun
Up until the day the sun is you
You listenin' to hip-hop, you in Jay' house, Wayne' house
Nas' house, Em' house, our house
[Chorus 2: Skylar Grey]
So welcome
To our house
Where no one
Comes back out
You won't find
Comfort
In here
In here
In here

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
When I was a little boy, I wanted to be a rapper
Wanted to be on the radio and snappin' pictures after
And so I grabbed my pen and pad and scribbled chitter chatter
It started off wack, but in the words of a ten-year-old, my shit was gettin' phatter
I hit the studio at sixteen, stupid ill
Not knowin' how the booth would feel, what's ADAT's and two-inch reel?
How you ad-lib? What's a punch? I ain't a boxer
But I, sure enough, learned the ropes, look, D and Mike, ya made a monster
Now every day's a game of Contra, I got ninety-nine men
An infinite amount of rounds inside this mighty fine pen
This is my dream, don't fuck with it, I'm tellin' you
'Cause anyone can get dusted as long as production is available
I'm disgusted as a fan, look how n***as soundin', damn
Weak head: y'all suck bad, fuck swag and your kicks from South Japan
I'm finna to be the best in this profession, I been invested all my life
So wipe your feet before you step in our house
[Chorus 2: Skylar Grey]
So welcome
To our house
Where no one
Comes back out
You won't find
Comfort
In here
In here
In here

[Chorus 1: Eminem, Joe Budden, Crooked I]
I wanna be the best who ever did it
Don't know if that goal's feasible or it isn't
But if it is, then, God, if you're listenin'
Please grant me the strength to crush all competition
You can't blame me for dreamin', I'm a dreamer
And if I'm comin' off brash, please forgive me, but that's all I want
I just wanna be the illest MC, that's all I want
Same time bein' as real as can be (Yo)

[Verse 3: Crooked I]
In my house, the lights out, no utilities in the facility
Feelin' my life's 'bout to wipe out, these feelings I feelin' be killin' me
I pull a mic out, can't strike out, 'cause if winnin' is really my enemy
I pull a 9 out, blow my mind out, is the end of me really serenity? Man
In my house, it's rap or die, get a piece of that apple pie
Life is a Pharcyde song, and that bitch just passed us by
So I got lyrically complex, that way, I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects with these concepts, competition can't digest
And then I stress 'cause the road is rough, I start feelin' like shit's sour
The electricity in my willpower could still power the Twin Towers
For ten hours, so send cowards the message from Crooked I
Royce da 5', Joe Budden, Em', Yaowa
[Verse 4: Eminem]
In our
House, we spit like Sig Sauers, the way I feel now I could spit for six hours
Straight, only way to be great is to dig down, if you could hear the sound in-
Side my head sounds like a fuckin' drive-by, that's what the inside of my mind's like
Lookin' back on my career, even hindsights, tunnel vision, 5 mics
Never wanted that so bad, felt like I could go mad, nomad with a notepad
Go Taz, spaz on these ho bags, it bothered me, but I never wanna show that
Just don't act like it ever does even though you know that there will never come
A day someone blows past you, never was someone who's as dope as you ever was, and you hope that's
True 'cause the competitor in you couldn't let somebody be better than you, and you know that
So you don't ever hold back, what? You're gonna go back to workin' a regular job?
Fuck that, I'ma go hard, grab on my gonads, tell 'em fuck theyself
They call me a wigger like Renee Zell', but I raised hell like a stay-at-home dad
Rap is the only thing that I was ever really bad to the bone at
Guess I'm similar to gangrene, when I'm angry, then I'm Hulk Smash
So much passion but no compassion, if eyes are the windows to the soul
Then it's broken glass, and there's no trespassin', a'ight, now here we go
Dre stamped me, now I'm stampin' Yelawolf, get ready for the most competitive
Clique in the world, it's like Clash of the Titans, I released the cracker, it's time to set it again
And when it's said and it's all done, none shall ever fuck with this squadron
So come on in at your own risk, this is our house, bitch!

[Chorus 2: Skylar Grey]
So welcome
To our house
Where no one
Comes back out
You won't find
Comfort
In here
In here
In here