Something's Wrong With Him-Royce da 5'9"

歌手 : Royce da 5'9"

专辑 : Death Is Certain

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:57

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TXT Something's Wrong With Him-Royce da 5'9" 文本歌词

Uhh yeah my conference calls with

Los and Kino consists of

N***a tone it down there's way too much killin'

Of course

I ignore 'em a poor man talk

I don't give a f**k if

I throw my poor fans off

Pathetic war done entered my brain

And permanently changed me now

I'm angrySo f**k a metaphor f**k hip hop hip hop sucks

You got n***az on top swingin' from 2

Pac's nuts

It's like

I could go in the lab and try to write

Somethin' that's nice or bright

But I will be holdin' back my scripture's in the dark

Deep rooted soldier inside my soul

Uncontrollable temper like

The Hulk's

My wife don't like my album it's way too dark for women

She say it sound like

I hold grudges

She rather listen to

Joe Budden's no disrespect aight

But f**k a party now and everybody like

What's wrong witchu n***a Every song you killin'

Every rhyme you spit is violently put

Lethal but

I have no problem

With puttin' this gun down and beatin' yo' a*s up

I was taught rhyme from the heart they will feel you

I like the dark you cut on them lights

I will kill you

Something's wrong with him

Just like his pops he don't give a f**k

If you like him or not he's a major problem

I will slap yo' a*s in church

And apologize to

Jesus later punk

Why am I hot and you not and why is you rich

And why I ain't got s**t in my pocket but lint

This ain't rap no mo' this not a flow

This is beef there's a couple street n***az that got to go

My name is

Nickel I'm from the suburbs

Yeah

It's only a ten minute drive to come and get you

Yeah

Tired of you h*es

I will slap snot side ways

Outta ya nose partnah

Partnah

I know we got drama but

I will still show up

At your funeral and hug yo' ugly a*s momma

Everybody wanna know why the flow is so bad

Why is you so mad

Everybody askin'

What's wrong witchu n***a Every song you killin'

Every rhyme you spit is violently put

Lethal but

I have no problem

With puttin' this gun down and beatin' yo' a*s up

I was taught rhyme from the heart they will feel you

I like the dark you cut on them lights

I will kill you

Something's wrong with him

I'm a natural since

I wrote Black

GirlI hope that you don't think that

I won't smack yo' b***h'

Cause I will clap her if she happen to be witchu

When I kill you

You can get ideas nobody compares you thugs

I will put out the bub on top of yo' head

This .22 rifle be shootin' them bouncin' bullets

The enter into your head and exit out yo' foot

Ride off as soon as my clip turns you click

And them choppers is lookin' for eyeballs

Yeah

You could bring yo' roughest toughest thug

That's jealous just tell him to touch me

I will f**k him up

I will knock his a*s out

And if I can't beat him

I will grab my heater and pop his a*s

F**k yo' life stripes

I will shock yo' hood

And I ain't never dyin' knock on wood whattup '

Los

What's wrong witchu n***a Every song you killin'

Every rhyme you spit is violently put

Lethal but

I have no problem

With puttin' this gun down and beatin' yo' a*s up

I was taught rhyme from the heart they will feel you

I like the dark you cut on them lights

I will kill you

Something's wrong with him