Artist: Royce Da 5'9" f/ Eminem Album: Success Is Certain Song: Writer's Block Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org [Intro - Eminem] Yeah!, yeah I donít know what else to say I canít, I canít think of nothiní Iím stumped Here we go! (Here we go!) On your feet! (On your feet!) Stand up! (Stand up!) Everybody hands up! (Hands up!) Uh, man, I dunno, man Everytime I go to think of something played out to say You already said it... Royce [Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"] I ainít calling names, cause all of yíall the same, plus Iím the king, all my past pain all done changed up All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughterís came up Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent, because of my relationship With Marshall, used to make me a little partial But hereís the brain fuck, We the same cuz Iím probably about to fall out with a +Young Buck+ While I attempt to fuck the fuckin' +Game+ up Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit-Kat Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye Maybe my glock can turn your top to Babyís Maybach My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me nigga Itís ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get The more disgusting and fuckiní disfigured it gets Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop Yíall about the champagne, Iím about the toast - I Only fuck with mailmen, with heroin from Boca Niggas thatíll smoke you while you staring in your postbox Only incense he enlightens when heís thinkiní While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen Iím back, muthafucka Notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL Iím back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the "Brothers" How yíall realer; (How yíall realer) If I said it, I did it If I didnít, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwiní your piece up Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher Wait ítil they get a load of me ícause [Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"] Iíve got Gucciís on my feet, diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist, bitches on my dick; but yíall already said that Choppers in the trunk, models in the front Bottles in the club, but I donít give a fuck; but yíall already said that [Eminem] Cause sometimes I feel like itís so hard For me to come up with shit and just say: "Ayyyyyye" Iím at a loss for words ícause yíall already said it all I think Iím runniní out of cliches, Iím gettiní writerís block (Psyche!) [Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9"] When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it Sittiní on the same boat that Noah built Floatiní on the same water Moses split Poetry in motion, but we sittiní on your grave site, overkill Arenít you tired, why are you so loud, quiet! Real dudes move in silence, like a mute driviní a new hybrid You dudes is too excited You a dude thatíd try to sue a dude, thatís suicidal You will just be another victim I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, Iím a little twisted I roll like the end credits in movies, yíall just got scripted Got yíall niggasí bitches bobbiní to this one when she witcha When she wití me, she bobbiní, not vibiní Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper Iím a serpent with a purpose, haviní problems Not a problem Iíve encountered I have found elephants, lions, clowns Will jump through hoops like they workiní for the circus At the fire round the circleís right in front of them, fire rounds Pun intended, gun extended, what are you markís askiní Carís Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it Since I decided to start class diss All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettiní marked absent I authorize my own all-access Your bitch a whore, Iím a catch, she ball-catchiní Her jawís been broadcasted, all across the globe from the store to Japan Her pussy need to be blocked and reported as spam Bong! Interscope up in this dope, and I sell it My voicemail is full, got bitches screaminí inside of envelopes And they tryna mail Ďem to me, tryna reach my phone I donít know which one is harder Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own [Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"] Iíve got Gucciís on my feet, diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist, bitches on my dick; but yíall already said that Choppers in the trunk, models in the front Bottles in the club, but I donít give a fuck; but yíall already said that [Eminem] Cause sometimes I feel like itís so hard For me to come up with shit and just say: "Ayyyyyye" Iím at a loss for words ícause yíall already said it all I think Iím runniní out of cliches, Iím gettiní writerís block (Psyche!) [Outro - Eminem] Man, get the bozak We need to start bringiní that shit back (Mad flavor!) Man, fuck it, Iím íbout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money! Hahaha!) Mad props to Royce for keepiní it real On the strength, no diggity Iím íbout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on... Haters get the gasface! Hahahah!