Eminem, Royce Da 5'9 — Yah Yah

[Intro: dEnAun] Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (People) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Bitches) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Animals) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] Bumstickitty, bumstickitty, bum huh I got that old rum-pum-pum-pum A punk'll jump up to get him a beat down At least sound, I sound like these clowns, like he sound My flow all over the place, four-four in the waist, I'm so, so innovative Po-po in the way, I'll roll over 'em and make bacon And call 'em a pig, won't you hop up off of my dick? Words in the way, I'm at loss by him I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (Get down, nigga) I have evolved into the lost diaries of the mob and the Rothschilds (C'mon) I feel like God broke the vials and I am just layin' down inside 'em like caulk and tile (Q-Tip) [Chorus: Q-Tip, Royce da 5'9" & dEnAun] Man, here we go I said that we live in the land of criminal My era, my era, my era so original Uh-huh, I survived it and that's a miracle, ah, man 'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse (People), check yourself Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself" (Bitches) Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself" (Animals) I got 'em goin' Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah [Verse 2: Black Thought] Yo, snappin' necks plus I'm live, in effect I'm in the Slick Rick eye patch, but I got it from Hex Rappers avoid eye contact, that's outta respect For the god in the flesh, the ominous Indominus Rex They be like, "You put the Thought on? Yikes" If I told y'all once, I told y'all twice, that motherfucker is nice I'm the king of the blood sport on mics I'm from an era you had beef, y'all prolly fist fought on sight Get your ass beat at the basketball court on spite Then tell your wife to put your life support on ice I'm the rap Pernell Whitaker, the honorable minister Leavin' every amateur inoperable, I finished 'em Makin' plaques outta they head like dead venison Used to be the bad lieutenant with M-Illitant Spillin' over fabulous jams my man Dilla sent Rap speak for me, I am the ventriloquist I'm so stubborn, the government won't govern That brother you spoke of, it just wasn't as dope, was it? I'm cold buzzin', I never been low budget The taste of your own medicine, here come a dose of it I break free like Chesimard Keep 'em guessin' hard while broads say my bars is like ASMR All my dogs is out the reservoir Top five, I'm where the legends are (Keep goin') Live at the edge of darkness and light One phone call, my youngins takin' flight You a bark bitch, and never bite, long kiss goodnight I stay heated, my people in the place need it If you ain't standin' up for yourself, then stay seated And they cheated, they lie like Amerigo Vespucci I'm a miracle, I'm still super lyrical Live from the Terrordome, loud like a megaphone Thutmose the Third with seven inch herringbones [Chorus: Q-Tip, Royce da 5'9" & dEnAun] Man, here we go I said that we live in the land of criminal My era, my era, my era so original Uh-huh, I survived it and that's a miracle, ah, man 'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse (People), check yourself Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself" (Bitches) Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself" (Animals) I got 'em goin' Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah [Verse 3: Eminem] Better hope an ambulance is en route Papers are hand grenades soon as I pull the pin out I am the Santa Fe, Mandalay and Orlando and Colorado and Columbine All combined into one, I don't walk a line, bitch, I run 'Cause we don't got no time to waste, so come on Denaun Here come me, 5-to-9 and Thought, da-dun, da-dun Then like a shotgun I'm ready to cock it on 'em Leave these pussies stretched out like the Octomom Never had no trouble keepin' up with the times I just adapt to the climate, I treat it like my Levi's When they ain't buttoned up right, I adjust on the fly Middle fingers, put 'em high, that's why they call it a bird 'Cause you put it up in the sky And I'm like a spider crawlin' up your spinal column I'm climbin' all up the sides of the asylum wall And dive in a pile of Tylenol, you're like a vagina problem To a diabolical gynecologist tryna ball a fist, I will Fuck you, just buy me, double timing the rhyming I leave you stymied, that's why they still vilify me like Bill O'Reilly I'ma show you what I mean when they call me the Harvey Weinstein of 2019 I'm a conniving, when I'm on the mic I'ma standout Like a lime green wife beater with a knife out I'm a sight to see, but you can see from the ring I'm wearing Me and this game, we got married already Had the prenup ready, fucked on her, should've seen her belly She barely was three months pregnant Bitch had it, gave me a baby, we named it Machine Gun Kelly Now here's to LL, Big L and Del K-Solo, Treach, and G Rap DJ Polo, Tony D, ODB, Moe Dee, Run-DMC Ed O.G. , and EPMD, D.O.C., Ice-T, Evil Dee King Tee, UTFO, and Schoolly D, PE, and BDP YZ and Chi-Ali, Rakim and Eric B., they were like my therapy From B.I.G. and Paris, Three Times Dope, and some we'll never see, and PRT N.W.A and Eazy-E, and D-R-E was like my GPS Without him, I don't know where I'd be [Chorus: Q-Tip, Royce da 5'9" & dEnAun] Man, here we go I said that we live in the land of criminal My era, my era, my era so original Uh-huh, I survived it and that's a miracle, ah, man 'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse (People), check yourself Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself" (Bitches) Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself" (Animals) I got 'em goin' Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah