[Verse 2: Eminem]
I can see the finish✦ line with each line that I finish✦
I'm so close to my goals, I can almost✦ pole vault over✦ the goal post
And if I don't got enough✦ in the tank, maybe I can just siphon✦ enough✦
To fill up this last can, man, will I survive in this climate or what?
They said I was washed-up and got a bloodbath
I'm not a rapper,✦ I'm an adapter: I can adjust✦
Plus, I can just walk up to a mic and just bust
So, floor's open✦ if you'd like to discuss
Top 5 in this muh'fucka, and if I don't make the cut
What? Like I give a fuck, I'ma✦ light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck
Through the side of a pump, zero✦ to sixty,✦ hop in and gun it
Like G-Unit✦ without the hyphen,✦ I'm hyping 'em up
And if there should ever✦ come a time where my life's✦ in a rut
And I look like I might just give up, eh, might've mistook
Me for bowin'✦ out, I ain't takin'✦ a bow, I'm stabbin' myself
With a fuckin'✦ knife in the gut while I'm wipin'✦ my butt
'Cause I just shitted on the mic and I like gettin'✦ cut
I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut
'Cause I'ma✦ fight 'til I die or win, bitin'✦ the dust
It'll just make me angrier; wait, let me remind you of what
Got me this far, picture✦ me quittin'
Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut
It's survival✦ of what?
[Chorus: Liz Rodrigues]
This is survival✦ of the fittest✦
This is do or die
This is the winner✦ takes✦ it all
So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all
So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all
[Verse 3: Eminem]
(Yeah) So, get your ideas, stack your ammo✦
But don't come unless you come to battle, now mount up, jump in the saddle
This is it—it's✦ what you eat, sleep, piss and shit
Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this
Refuse✦ to quit, fuse is lit, can't defuse✦ the wick
I don't do this music✦ shit, I'll lose my shit
Ain't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth, it's all I know how to do
As soon as I get thrown in a booth, I spit
But my respect is overdue, I'm showin'✦ you the flow no one do
'Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit
So there's✦ nothin'✦ for me to fall back on, I know no other✦ trade
So you better✦ trade your fuckin'✦ mics in for some tool-box-es
'Cause you'll never✦ take my pride from me, it'll have to be pried from me
So, pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers
But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to buh-lieve✦
'Cause this is somethin' that I must use to succeed
And if you don't like me, then fuck you
Self-esteem must be fuckin'✦ shootin' through the roof, 'cause trust me
My skin is too thick and bulletproof to touch me
I can see why the fuck I disgust you, I must be
Allergic to failure,✦ 'cause everytime I come close to it
I just sneeze, but I just go achoo✦ then a-chieve✦
[Chorus: Liz Rodrigues]
This is survival✦ of the fittest✦
This is do or die
This is the winner✦ takes✦ it all
So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all
So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all