Malcom X Royce Da 5'9" (Ft. Tre Little)

[Intro: Royce da 5'9"]
Yo, yo, this is a J-dogg exclusive
D-12, worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?)
Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz
For lettin' that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too
Like I was tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all
Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-loading sound) from here on 'n
My new name from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now haha, we gon' see who goin, I ain't goin nowhere motherf**ker
We gon' see, e'rybody who against me, nigga I'm mad (BITCH)
Haha, yeah, there's only one problem
Everytime you motherf**kers breathe on the mic
It's a motherf**kin' lie nigga, nobody believes you (*echoes*)
Y'all niggas sound like y'all write y'all rhymes with motherf**kin' crayons, BITCHES

[Hook]
We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, what rap crew I gotta snatch up out the game (bitch)
Who must I smack for sayin my name?
Somebody gon' die, it's probably YOU
You couldn't fit Bizarre's body in my shoes
Niggas quick to talk all hood 'til I pop up
Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked up
I am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss me
I only recognize the top of your hats
And I don't like Proof punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggas with him, cause he weak as f**k!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma f**k you up
Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up
You better hope you and the white boy keep in touch
And be a good little hype man, or your lease is up
Since Slim signed 50, I don't see your teeth as much
That's good, cause you got a grill like a f**kin truck!
DAMN HOMIE, it's history, over, hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak you late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
And get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I just wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he ain't speakin' to me
Like I'm one of his hoes or somethin'
How 'bout this, I ain't speakin to you, chump
And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin f**k
You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up
I've been ridin by your house, you don't come out too much
You hidin, when I find you I'ma snatch you out of that front
And tie your fat stankin ass to your couch and just
FEED YOU, you already look like you about to bust
Nigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your porch
With a cheeseburger tryin to lure you outside!
Cause he's in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-unit
I bet you throw some extra "g's" in it
Just like a stutterin' fool can't reach intelligence
He sweats when he raps, cause he got a speach impediment
You, BITCH, Porky's pig and Porky's tomb
About to dig his own grave with a fork and spoon
You, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty please
Give it a year, both a y'all be rakin' 50's leaves
What do I know, that other nigga y'all got in your group
I don't even know his name, but he can shovel my snow
You, BITCH, let's face it I gave it to y'all
My lil' sister got six puppies that's braver than y'all (barking sounds)
Niggas is startin' the beef I'm 'bout to end with the quickness
I'm 'bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a biscuit
Quicker than quick shit, y'all ain't felt the half
Quicker than Eminem can pinch Elton's ass
Don't call me, I ain't ready to squash it yet, kiss my ASS
I don't wanna talk to Hex, I am so sick I should be compared to cancer
Y'all throw up your dukes and don't swing like Fred G.? Sanford
I be makin' motherf**kers scratch they heads when I rhyme
Y'all lil' niggas scratch ya heads then rhyme, go play;
You lil punk ass niggas, y'all can scream and yell all you want
I feel like I'm battlin' Keenan & Kel
You, BITCH, none o' y'all can put in the card to kenell
Paul better call me, like he called Benzino
Matter o' fact, I might even do a song with Ray
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