Royce Da 5'9" - Writer's Block lyrics

[Intro: Eminem] Yeah, I don't know what else to say I can't, I can't think of nothing, I'm stumped Here we go! On your feet, stand up, everybody hands up Uh, man, I don't know man, every time I go to think of something played out to say, you already said it [Verse 1] I ain't callin' 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 n***as be quick to call me the new 50 Cent because of my relationship With Marshall used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain f** We the same, cause I'm probably 'bout to fall out with a young buck While I attempt to f** the f**in' game up b**h, splat! Only thing I fear in here is chit-chat You are hearin' bars like your ear against a Kit Kat Shady guys like the Navy, try us, wavey bye-bye Maybe my Glock can turn your top to Baby's Maybach My sh** is parvo, literally sick Trust me, n***a, it's ugly to k**; the thing is, the bigger I get The more disgustin' and f**in' disfigured it gets n***as expect me to go pop, oh, stop Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast, I Only f** with mailmen with h**n from Boca n***as 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**er 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? If I said it, I did it If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a card dealer Give up the throne: your lease up; I am the Mona Lisa That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup Making the mistake was like my only teacher Wait 'til they get a load of me cause [Hook] I've got Guccis on my feet, diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist, b**hes 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 give a f**, but y'all already said that [Bridge: Eminem] Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard for me To come up with sh** to say, ay I'm at a loss for words, cause y'all already said it all I think I'm running outta clichés – I'm getting writers block, psyche! [Verse 2] When I stand up in this booth, n***as notice it Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built Floatin' on the same water Moses split Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site: overk** Aren't you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet Real dudes move in silence, like a mute drivin' a new hybrid You dudes is too excited You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal You will just be another victim I am like a nickel of weed 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 n***as' b**hes bobbin' to this one when she wit ya When she with me, she bobbin', not vibin' tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper I'm a serpent with a purpose, havin' problems? Not a problem I've encountered, I have found elephants, lions, clowns Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus If the fire 'round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds Pun intended, gun extended, what are you marks askin'? Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it Since I decided to start cla** this, all black, all gla** Panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent I authorize my own all-access Your b**h a who*e, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin' Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan Her p**y need to be blocked and reported as spam Interscope I been this dope, now sell it My voicemail is full, got b**hes screamin' inside of envelopes And they tryna mail ‘em to me, Tryna reach my phone I don't know which one is harder: Tryna not to take your b**h or tryna get rid of my own [Hook] I've got Guccis on my feet, diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist, b**hes 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 give a f**, but y'all already said that [Bridge: Eminem] Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard for me To come up with sh** to say, ay I'm at a loss for words, cause y'all already said it all I think I'm running outta clichés – I'm getting writers block, psyche! [Outro: Eminem] Man, get the bozac, we need to start bringin' that sh** back (Mad flava!) Man, f** it, I'm 'bout to catch 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 gas face!