Writer’s Block – Bad Meets Evil – letras

[Verse 1]I ain’t callin’ names cause all of y’all the samePlus I’m the king, all my past pain all done changed upAll these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter’s came upCause they know their hands tied, feet ball and chained upNiggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent because of my relationshipWith Marshall used to make me a little partial, but here’s the brain fuckWe the same, cause I’m probably ’bout to fall out with a young buckWhile I attempt to fuck the fuckin’ game upBitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chatYou are hearin’ bars like your ear against a Kit KatShady guys like the Navy, try us, wavey bye-byeMaybe my Glock can turn your top to Baby’s MaybachMy shit is parvo, literally sick, trust me, nigga, it’s ugly to kill the thingIf the bigger I get the more disgustin’ and fuckin’ disfigured it getsNiggas just want me to go pop, oh, stopY’all about the champagne, I’m about the toastI, only fuck with mailmen with heroin from BocaNiggas that’ll smoke you while you starin’ in your postboxOnly incense he enlightens when he’s thinkin’While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink penI’m back, mothafucka, notice the flyness on the cover of the XXLI’m back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the BrothersHow y’all realer? If I said it, I did itIf I didn’t, I seen it first-hand like a car dealerGive up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona LisaThat decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin’ your piece upIs a waste of fake like a phony B-cupMaking the mistake was like my only teacherWait ’til they get a load of me cause[Hook: Royce and Eminem]I’ve got Guccis on my feet, diamonds on my neckDiamonds on my wrist, bitches on my dick, but y’all already said thatChoppers in the trunk, models in the frontBottles in the club, but I don’t give a fuck, but y’all already said thatCause sometimes I feel like it’s so hardFor me to come up with shit to say, ayI’m at a loss for words cause y’all already said it allI think I’m runnin’ outta cliches, I’m gettin’ writers block, psyche![Verse 2]When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice itSittin’ on the same boat that Noah builtFloatin’ on the same water Moses splitPoetry in motion, but we sittin’ on your grave site, overkillAren’t you tired? Why are you so loud? QuietReal dudes move in silence like a mute drivin’ a new hybridYou dudes is too excitedYou a dude that’d try to sue a dude that’s suicidalYou will just be another victim, I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobieI’m a little twisted, I roll like the end credits in movies,y’all just got scriptedGot y’all niggas’ bitches bobbin’ to this onewhen she wit ya when she wit meShe bobbin’, not vibin’ tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipperI’m a serpent with a purpose, havin’ problems? Not a problemI’ve encountered, I have found elephants, lions, clownsWill jump through hoops like they workin’ for the circusIf the fire round the circle’s right in front of them, fire roundsPun intended, gun extended, what are you marks askin’?Car’s Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past itSince I decided to start class this, all black, all glassPanoramic roof been gettin’ marked absentI authorize my own all-accessYour bitch a whore, I’m a catch, she ball-catchin’Her jaw’s been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to JapanHer pussy need to blocked and reported as spamInterscope I been this dope, now sell it, my voicemail is fullGot bitches screamin’ inside of envelopes and they tryna mail ?em to meTryna reach my phone, I don’t know which one is harderTryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own[Hook][Outro]Man, get the bozac, we need to start bringin’ that shit back (Mad flava!)Man, fuck it, I’m ’bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money!)Mad props to Royce for keepin’ it real on the strengthNo diggity, I’m ’bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack onHaters, get the gas face![Develdiii]