Yeah, yeah
I can’t think of nothin’
I’m stumped
Here we go! (Here we go!)

On your feet! (On your feet)
Stand up! (Stand up)
Everybody, hands up! (Hands up)
(Uh, man, I dunno, man)
(Everytime I go to think of something played out to say)
(You already said it)
(Royce)

Royce da 5’9″

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 they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent because of my relationship with Marshall
Used to make me a little, but here’s the brain [bad word] We the same, ’cause (Same, ’cause)
I’m prolly ’bout to fall out with a young buck while I attempt to [bad word] the [bad word]  game up [bad word]  splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavey bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby’s Maybach
My [bad word] is powerful, literally sick, [bad word] me, [bad word] It’s ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and [bad word]  disfigured it gets
Niggas just want me to go pop, oh, stop
Y’all about the champagne, I’m about the toast, I
Only [bad word] with mailmen with heroin from Boca
Niggas 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, [bad word]  notice the flyness on the cover
Of the Double-X-L, I’m back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers (The Brothers)
How y’all realer? (How y’all realer?) If I said it, I did it
If I didn’t, I seen it first-hand like a car 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 [bad word]  the mistake was like my only teacher
Wait ’til they get a load of me ’cause

I got Guccis on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist [bad word] on my [bad word] But y’all already said that

Choppers in the [bad word] Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don’t give a [bad word] But y’all already said that

Eminem

‘Cause sometimes I feel like it’s so hard
For me [bad word] up with [bad word] to say (Ayyy)
I’m at a loss for words ’cause y’all already said it all
I think [bad word]  out of cliches
I’m gettin’ writer’s block

Royce

Psyche!
When I stand up in this booth, niggas 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 niggas’ [bad word] bobbin’ to this one when she witcha
When she wit’ me, she bobbin’, not vibin’
Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
I’m a secret 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, blunt extended, what are you marks askin’?
Car’s Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to start Class Diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin’ marked absent
I authorize my own all-access
Your [bad word] a [bad word]  I’m a catch, she ball-catchin’
Her jaw’s been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her [bad word] need to blocked and reported as spam
Bong! And it’s dope up in this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is