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[Intro - Royce Da 5'9]
Nickel. Tell em what it is This is a world - Premiere [Verse 1 - Royce] Look, I'm in a zone for rilla In a freezer with Medusa I'm fucking a stone-cold killer You bitch-fobbing, I'm insiding, I tell Your kids this. Daddy's been doing more Dick-riding than Carrie Wington I'm very venomous, you very innocent and I will send a monster to your house! Call him Harry Henderson Oh my God, I was just in jail Then the devil caught pneumonia, and it made me sick as hell You niggas counting me out can get the riches still You're all in the Matrix, should've picked a different pill You about to see how far that Paul Rosenberg'll go The height of my game is like a DeMar (De)Rozen verticle No one understands me, only one sicker than me is Em I'm into DMC, runs in the family [Interlude - Haters] Why that nigga gotta bring Em name up all the time? Man, You wouldn't even be rich without that nigga! Shut up faggot! [Hook - Royce] I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards so I could See what 2nd place look like "Too many sick niggas nickel bring the remedy" (Make it real clear) I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards so I could See what 2nd place look like "You not ready for the raw deal It's all real, kiss the ring, be gone" [Verse 2] I'm the magnificent With the sensational style My wedding with the streets got the cake but no vows I'm arrogant as fuck; who cares? You suck! Rappers talking about "We the best" Have been to Paris too much.. Who hot? who sick, shit, I'm like a Thera-Flu slush Ya'll aint fly, ya'll fallin' slow with the parachute up, up I'm a face-slapper, niggas sleeping on an outfit Call us "Tailor Gang" except we Wake n Bake rappers Slaughter Yelawolf, responsible for haters' actions Y'all on Gilligan's Island: find a greater Captain Haha! victory laugh. Even my photographer's happy Picture me mad.. I feel well, ya bitch suck my dick I nutted on the floor and let her stand there Crying over spilled milk (sob) [Hook - Royce] I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards so I could See what 2nd place look like "Too many sick niggas nickel bring the remedy" (Make it real clear) I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards so I could See what 2nd place look like "You not ready for the raw deal It's all real, kiss the ring, be gone" [Verse 3] My swing's like chains on a playground I bust fly plus I'm about to put some wings on a Greyhound My theory is you lie and drink beer I ain't hearing you so you must be from Liberia I wave by like Hitler 100-round thumper bullet-proof what? You gonna need an underground bunker I aim where you should go I put my whole life on the net, even my weapons I am Bazooka Joe We the shit, nigga eat a dick We'll make em eat his words We the stones, he the sticks I'm going yelling "Shady" everywhere Smacking these bitches with they lipstick And the baby with the Teddy Bear To you and your man: ain't gonna be no "Taladega Night" I come to crush on y'all And y'all don't know what to do with your hands Nickle-Preme, killing team Add a different dealer every day like a fickle fiend [Hook - Royce] I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards so I could See what 2nd place look like "Too many sick niggas nickel bring the remedy" (Make it real clear) I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards so I could See what 2nd place look like "You not ready for the raw deal It's all real, kiss the ring, be gone" |
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