I do not own anything, all credits go to shady records, eminem and royce da 59 Lyrics: [Verse 1 - Royce da 5'9″] I ain't calling 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 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 fuck We the same, cause I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck While I attempt to fuck the fucking game up Bitch, 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 shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me, nigga It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get The more disgusting and fuckin' disfigured it gets Niggas just want me to go pop, oh, stop Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast, I Only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin' While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen I'm back, motherfucker, 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? (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 ...
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