royce da 5’9″ feat. eminem – writer’s block (feat. eminem) lyrics
yeah, i don’t know what else to say
i can’t, i can’t think of nothing, i’m stumped
here we go! on your feet, stand up, everybody hands up
uh, man, i don’t know man, every time i go to think of something played out to say, you already said it
i ain’t callin’ names cause all of y’all the same
plus i’m the king, all my past pain all done changed up
all these plains, all these lames, since the slaughter’s came up
cause they know their hands tied, feet ball and chained up
n-gg-s be quick to call me the new 50 cent because of my relationship
with marshall used to make me a little partial, but here’s the brain f-ck
we the same, cause i’m probably ’bout to fall out with a young buck
while i attempt to f-ck the f-ckin’ game up
b-tch, splat! only thing i fear in here is chit-chat
you are hearin’ bars like your ear against a kit kat
shady guys like the navy, try us, wavey bye-bye
maybe my glock can turn your top to baby’s maybach
my sh-t is parvo, literally sick
trust me, n-gg-, it’s ugly to kill; the thing is, the bigger i get
the more disgustin’ and f-ckin’ disfigured it gets
n-gg-s expect me to go pop, oh, stop
y’all about the champagne, i’m about the toast, i
only f-ck with mailmen with heroin from boca
n-gg-s that’ll smoke you while you starin’ in your postbox
only incense he enlightens when he’s thinkin’
while that sinks in, i got a brinks ink pen
i’m back! motherf-cker notice the flyness on the cover
of the xxl, i’m back from the dead like tobey maguire from the brothers
how y’all realer? if i said it, i did it
if i didn’t, i seen it first-hand like a card dealer
give up the throne: your lease up; i am the mona lisa
that decoded da vinci code, you throwin’ your piece up
is a waste of fake like a phony b-cup
making the mistake was like my only teacher
wait ’til they get a load of me cause
i’ve got guccis on my feet, diamonds on my neck
diamonds on my wrist, b-tches on my d-ck, but y’all already said that
choppers in the trunk, models in the front
bottles in the club, but i don’t give a f-ck, but y’all already said that
cause sometimes i feel like it’s so hard for me
to come up with sh-t to say, ay
i’m at a loss for words, cause y’all already said it all
i think i’m running outta clichés – i’m getting writers block, psyche!
when i stand up in this booth, n-gg-s notice it
sittin’ on the same boat that noah built
floatin’ on the same water moses split
poetry in motion, but we sittin’ on your grave site: overkill
aren’t you tired? why are you so loud? quiet
real dudes move in silence, like a mute drivin’ a new hybrid
you dudes is too excited
you a dude that’d try to sue a dude that’s suicidal
you will just be another victim
i am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie – i’m a little twisted
i roll like the end credits in movies, y’all just got scripted
got y’all n-gg-s’ b-tches bobbin’ to this one when she wit ya
when she with me, she bobbin’, not vibin’ tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
i’m a serpent with a purpose, havin’ problems? not a problem
i’ve encountered, i have found elephants, lions, clowns
will jump through hoops like they workin’ for the circus
if the fire ’round the circle’s right in front of them, fire rounds
pun intended, gun extended, what are you marks askin’?
car’s aston, started as a hard-top and i saw past it
since i decided to start cl-ss this, all black, all gl-ss
panoramic roof been gettin’ marked absent
i authorize my own all-access
your b-tch a wh-r-, i’m a catch, she ball-catchin’
her jaw’s been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to j-pan
her p-ssy need to be blocked and reported as spam
interscope i been this dope, now sell it
my voicemail is full, got b-tches screamin’ inside of envelopes
and they tryna mail ‘em to me, tryna reach my phone
i don’t know which one is harder: tryna not to take your b-tch or tryna get rid of my own
man, get the bozac, we need to start bringin’ that sh-t back (mad flava!)
man, f-ck it, i’m ’bout to catch some wreck (we in effect, money!)
mad props to royce for keepin’ it real on the strength, no diggity
i’m ’bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on, haters get the gas face!
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