Elimination Chamber Domo Genesis & The Alchemist (Ft. Action Bronson, Earl Sweatshirt & Vince Staples)

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Yo, um, yo
Oh-so cocky, you can't stop me in this old Versace
Nigga watch me in the streets like it's roller hockey
Your bitch is floppy, givin' sloppy while she call me, "Papi"
Takin' the doggies right to the face like she Kobiyashi
You niggas' flow is washy, I'm gettin' mines dry cleaned
Tight seam, it might seem I'm sellin' bitches pipe dreams
Hi, fiends, I'm back with a bag of them packed white things
My Nikes clean, I see these niggas hatin' through my ice blings
I'm a bad motherfucker, I ain't use a rubber
Super lover, so soon, you'll say hello to your newest brother
The truest colors what I bleed, but you ain't seen enough of
Nigga leaking, you gon' have to go see the deacon, you stupid sucker
Young Dom, say you old niggas should wrap it up
You whack, focus back on the craft, you hardly rap enough
The fattest blunt, and death to that pop-hop, I ain't ask for much
And stop askin' for them collabs 'cause all you bastards suck

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
This that thirty-deep-in-Saugus shit
Fire-starter squadron, dodgin' coppers since—
Ask her why she dropping, cuz, it's probably 'cause he prodigious
Pay the rent easy, leave the bank cheesy
And bass leave your face greasy, artisan, paint easy
Thick bristle type nigga on a bitch steez
Stanzas diesel like Vic Tanny on a fritz,
Whoops, system overload, itchin' for a foe to poach
Spittin' like the engine on a motherfuckin' motorboat
Gold glisten under overcoat
Missin' all affection for these niggas
Redirectin' all these niggas
Very literal, type to sip the Mickeys out of cereal
Drunk and driving, twisty, how he inked up in the swimming pool?
Hundred stand against me, I'm a menace, void a villain, sue me
Driving into fences 'cause I hit the whip a little woozy
Bitch, I'm busy cruising, 'scuse me