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[Intro: Royce da 5'9"] Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (People) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Bitches) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Animals) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah [Verse: Royce da 5'9"] Bumstickitty, bumstickitty, bum huh I got that old rump-pum-pum-pum I pump a junk up to get him a beat down At least sound, I sound like these clowns, like he sound My flow all over the place, .44 in the waist I'm so-so innovate, if po-po went away, I roll over 'em like bacon And call 'em a pig, won't you hop up off of my dick? Words in the way, I get lost by him I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (Get down, nigga) I have evolved into the lost diaries of the mob and the Rothschilds I feel like God broke the vials and I am just layin' down inside 'em like caulk and tile Q-Tip [Chorus: Q-Tip & Royce da 5'9"] Man, here we go I said the beat left in the land of criminals My era, my era, my era so original Uh-uh, I survived it and that's a miracle Ah, man 'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse (People!), check yourself Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself" (Bitches!) Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself" (Animals!) I got 'em goin' Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah [Verse 2: Black Thought] Yo, snappin' necks plus I'm live, in effect I'm in the Slick Rick eyepatch, but I got it from Hex Rappers avoid eye contact, that's outta respect For the garden of flesh, the ominous Indominus Rex They be like, "You put the Thought on? Yikes" If I told y'all once, I told y'all twice, that motherfucker is nice I'm the king of the blood sport, all mice I'm from an era, you had beef? You prolly fist for it on sight Get your ass beat on the basketball court on Spike Then tell your wife to put your life support on ice I'm the rap Pernell Whitaker, the honorable minister Leavin' every amateur inoperable, I finished 'em Makin' plaques outta they head like dead venison Used to beat the battle to neck with damn militants Spillin' over fabulous jams my man Dilla sent Rap speak for me, I am the ventriloquist I'm so stubborn, the government won't govern That brother you spoke of, it just wasn't his dope, was it? I'm coke buzzin', I never been low budget The taste of your own medicine, here come a dose of it I break free like Chesimard Keep 'em guessin' hard while [?] save my bars just like ASMR All my dogs is at the reservoir Top five, I'm where the legends are (Keep goin') Live at the edge of darkness and light One phone call my and my youngins takin' flight You a bark, bitch, and never bite, blow a kiss goodnight I stay heated, my people in the place needed If you ain't standin' up for yourself then stay seated And they cheated, they lie like a marigold Vespucci, I'm a miracle, I'm still super lyrical Live from the Terrordome, loud like a megaphone Utmost the Third, seven inch, heaven bones [Chorus: Q-Tip & Royce da 5'9"] Man, here we go I said the beat left in the land of criminals My era, my era, my era so original Uh-uh, I survived it and that's a miracle Ah, man 'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse, check yourself Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself" Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself" I got 'em goin' Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah [Verse 3: Eminem] Better hope an ambulance is en route Papers are hand grenades soon as I pull the pin out I understand and say Mandalay and Orlando and Colorado and Columbine All combine into one, I don't walk a line, bitch, I run 'Cause we don't got no time to waste, so come on, get on They call me five to nine, and thought duh-dun, duh-dun Then like a shotgun I'm ready to cock it on 'em Leave these pussies stretched out, like the Octo-Mom Never had no trouble keepin' up with the times I just adapt to the climate, I treat it like my Levi's When they ain't buttoned up right, I undress on the fly Middle fingers, put 'em high, that's why they call it a bird 'Cause you put it up in the sky And I'm like a spider crawlin' up your spinal column I'm climbin' all up the sides of the asylum wall And dive in a pile of Tylenol, you like a vagina problem To a diabolical gynecologist, tryna ball up the sty Fuck you just buy me, double timing the rhyming I leave you stymied, that's why they still vilify me like Bill O'Reilly I'ma show you what I mean when they call me the Harvey Weinstein of 2019 I'm a conniving, when I'm on the mic I'ma standout Like a lime green wife beater with a knife out I'm a sight to see, but you can see from the ring I'm wearing Me and this game, we got married already Had the prenup ready, fuck, all that's ever seen her belly She barely was three months pregnant Bitch had to give me a baby, we named it Machine Gun Kelly Now here's to LL, Big L and Dell K-Solo, Treach and G Rap DJ Polo, Tony D, ODB, Moe Dee, Run-DMC EPMD, O.C., Ice-T, Evil Dee King Tut, BDP YZ and Chi-Ali, Rakim and Eric B., they were like my therapy From B-I-G and Paris B, [?] N.W.A and Eazy-E, and D-R-E was like my GPS Without him, I don't know where I'd be [Chorus: Q-Tip & Royce da 5'9"] Man, here we go I said the beat left in the land of criminals My era, my era, my era so original Uh-uh, I survived it and that's a miracle Ah, man 'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse, check yourself Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself" Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself" I got 'em goin' Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
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