Writer's Block Lyrics Royce Da 5'9" ft. Eminem Bimanie

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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 live they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be fast to visit me the new 50 Cent
because of my kinship with Marshall
Used to get me a little, but here`s the brain f*ck

We the same, `cause (Same, `cause)
I`m prolly `bout to descend out with a young buck
while I try to f*ck the f*ckin` game up
Btch, splat, only thing I care 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 reverse your top to baby`s Maybach
My shop is powerful, literally sick, trust me, nigga
It`s horrible to defeat a matter if the bigger I get
The more repellent and f*ckin` disfigured it gets

Niggas just want me to go pop, oh, stop
Y`all about the champagne, I`m about the toast, I
Only f*ck 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, motherf*cker, 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 rent up, I am the Mona Lisa
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin` your piece up
Is a scourge of fake like a phony B-cup
Nigga, the error was like my only teacher
Wait `til they get a cargo of me `cause

I got Guccis on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Btches on my dick
But y`all already said that
Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don`t have a f*ck
But y`all already said that
Eminem `Cause sometimes I look like it`s so hard
For me to follow up with shitty to say (Ayyy)
I`m at a release for words `cause y`all already said it all
I suppose I`m runnin` out of cliches
I`m gettin` writer`s block

{Royce Da 5'9"}
Psyche!
When I bear up in this booth, niggas notice it
Sittin` on the same boat that Noah built
Floatin` on the like 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 secrecy like a mute drivin` a new hybrid
You dudes is too excited
You a fellow that`d try to sue a dude that`s suicidal
You will just be another victim
I am like a nickel of smoke 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` btches bobbin` to this one when she witcha
When she wit` me, she bobbin`, not vibin`
Tryna put her head into the interior of my zipper

I`m a private with a purpose, havin` problems? Not a problem
I`ve encountered, I have found elephants, lions, clowns
Will rise through hoops like they workin` for the circus
If the blast around the circle`s right in presence 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 first Class Diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin` marked absent
I clear my own all-access
Your btch a whore, I`m a catch, she ball-catchin`
Her jaw`s been broadcasted all across the world from the storehouse to Japan
Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam
Bong! And it`s smoke up in this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got btches screamin` inside of envelopes
And they tryna mail `em to me, tryna reach my phone
I don`t live which one is harder
Tryna not to make your btch or tryna get rid of my own

I got Guccis on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Btches on my dick
But y`all already said that
Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don`t have a f*ck
But y`all already said that
`Cause sometimes I look like it`s so hard
For me to follow up with shitty to say (Ayyy)
I`m at a release for words `cause y`all already said it all
I suppose I`m runnin` out of cliches
I`m gettin` writer`s block
Psyche!

Man, get the bozac
We want to start bringin` that shit back (Mad flava!)
Man, f*ck it, I`m `bout to get some wreck (We in effect, money!)
Mad props to Royce for keepin` it real
On the strength, no diggity
I`m `bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on
Haters get the gasface!

Royce Da 5'9" ft. Eminem ~ Writer's Block Lyrics

Writer's Block Lyrics ~ Royce Da 5'9" ft. Eminem