Royce Da 5'9" - No Coming Back From That lyrics

n***a I will rap a circle 'round, a circle 'round you I navigate with wizardry throughout the Earth around you. (Earth around you) Shout-out to Drake, No b**h could be the "Best I Ever Had" (Ever had) My candy cane dick and mint balls, but she ain't s**in' if her breath is bad! Sufferin' Succotash right now I'm bubbling f** her past Google me hoochie groupie, watch what I come up as (come up as) I'm the man in this b**h, so bide the man in this b**h Now b**hes want my intention like the Canibus diss You ain't got no mechanical mandible quit handling dick We liked you before the army now we ain't a fan of your sh** You know my mad pop, Detroit is my backdrop Now shut your a** up and go have some s** with your laptop Ha, You too nerdy I'm too scurvy One gun pointed at your head, my silhouette lookin' like two-thirty The only thing in this life I can't fight is violence Bar Exam 3 dropping same night the fight is You sleeping I'll take a knife and aim right for your eyelids, (SLAUGHTERHOUSE!) Right, I got an insane cypher And if you step in my lane claiming you way nicer I'ma be wiping your brains off of my Range wipers I will handle you, the .357 got handled dude The barrel stick out longer than the handle do I'll shoot you, your crew And the cops riding with you I got issues They call me shot five nickel Equivalent to the psychical lock by a pitbull To whip me is impossible, rock a pinnacle drinking The opposite of subliminal thinking, Compared to y'all I'm a don, a criminal kingpin I see why these n***as wanna run When I invite them to the loneliest place in the world one on one And tell your mama I'm a baller Matter fact tell your mama I'ma call her Hurricane flowing like water, I'm grounded like Katrina I sound like I fell in on New Orleans allow me to go Dionne Warwick (Warwick!) And make a prediction for the future drama, I'm for it You dissed melodic artists; I bring all of my private parts to your Private party and stick 'em inside your daughter Psychotic aura, the hat on my head is not a fedora The reason why your wifey's bottom is sorer (sorer) Benzino the hardest n***a? You know don't know him from hammers You know him for talking sh** with N.O.R.E. behind the cameras I blam at ya', I damage ya, Wait, Did I just say blam at ya and damage ya? f** it! These n***as amateurs (amateurs) I handle toasters, I'm feeling like my Grammy closer And your b**h can feel a pin like Emani Poster Walkin' around with handheld ovens That ring! And change your color like Sammy Sosa I'm sick of man who grosser I spit it from the stomach with a ulcer and if you want it, you can come in closer And experience the taste of a knuckle sandwich Waste your father, waste you mother, f** your parents Play with me you know you playing on All-Madden You all Latin till your potato get all gratined You all phoney Tony Montana 'til I stick you In the dirt and call you Irf Tone like fall fashion Haha! Pardon, I had to laugh at that one Usually I laugh at rappers Wrap both of my hands around they adam's apples and squeeze Until they see the light inside the tabernacle, No coming back from that one! [Outro:Woman] You know Royce gon' k** all of y'all n***as, right? That n***a's crazy!