Two rappers with a vendetta, back from the dead

Bad meets evil, the poison pen spreads

Ink bleeds through the paper, minds get infected

Every bar a weapon, every verse perfected

I don’t give a fuck, never did, never will

From the Motor City where they kill for the thrill

Royce and Em, the dynamic duo of disaster

Rap God and the villain, coming at you faster

Than your brain can process, we the nightmare you requested

Rest in peace to the game, consider it digested

I’m the crown and the blade, blood-jeweled throne—

chrome tongue, black heart, I reign alone.

Push Rome off a cliff, watch Caesars fold,

my verses bolt-action, truth cold.

Gold leaf on the casket of doubt,

I’m the echo when the last rapper’s mouth runs out.

Royce da 5’9”, inked in bullet and flame—

say the name, feel the kingdom shake, never the same.