Artist: Royce Da 5'9" Album: Tabernacle: Trust the Shooter Song: Savages Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Royce Da 5'9"] Uh, I'm barbaric to the fuck-tards I don't, compare to the subpar I'm here to see to it the mourning show At yo' funeral for yo' mom plus yo' pa I'm on the Russ Parr thus far, to us stars This is just rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (What they doin?) They gettin bodied by a old nigga Tell them niggaz they baby mamas tryna roll with us I send her back 'til you mentally raped Tryin to cut carbs, doin The Butt to DeBarge Fly nigga mayday, tryna touch Mars Tryna get a +PayDay+ like a nut bar Tryna get my own island, fuck cars I'm without a bus card; livin in demise The record label pimpin him cause the raps that he givin 'em He can actually deliver them and make a, motherfuckin ribbon in the sky I guess I'm just a specimen with the literacy, special ability I'm characteristically raised for everything still paid for Embarrassed niggaz like Kimbo, with the steel cage flow No time to take it in, yet I'm still thankful I don't discriminate, I take it in pesos Tryna to close my curtain, I was in Capers Now I'm insured by the street, now my stint paid for Stickin with the papers Stickin to any shit that I say bro, this is the Vince Staples I clearly only target the bosses Whenever we arrive at your office, I definitely body your authors I'm Martin Shkreli, everybody audit the auction About it and cautious, product of losses Livin modest, dealin with problems That his cars in his closet cost him Uh, niggaz hearts turn into jelly the second that they have to part with they celly Live life behind real bars, they don't know what it feels like to have a real fight, at night in the dark with your celly Never take advice from the jealous Watch your man, even if you got to watch him take an L'ie You still gotta stand by him, like you Omelly The white girl got you buggin out like Liza Minnelli My car is on fire, the tires Pirelli I'm Martin and Eddie, searchin for Taral Hicks Not to give her a baby, but to put a +Life+ in her +Belly+ Uh (uh) I'm barbaric with the 9 and all Am I in everybody's top 5? Not at all You could find a nigga name in the ladies room on a lot of walls Topic of vagina monologues I write a lot of bars, that's why I'm poppin like a Adderall I'm duplicated more than Audemars (that's right) If you could take the beef home with you you could make a goat out of ours If you could take the bars and the rhymes home you can make ya soap out of ours These are breaks you had to be casted Fatality to flattery flaccid You bleed blood, I leak battery acid There's no wrath that you can accurately battle me after I'm that great, after Adam and Eve ate the apple, I evaporated Came back a cadaver, you can't assassinate me Name abracadabra, guns is named Latimer Got the little kids doin dirty things in the hood for me I ain't talkin 'bout the same as the Vatican If it ain't immaculate it ain't adequate I heard your dog switchin genders, ain't that a bitch? Banana clip on an automatic, take that and split This that lyrical, acrobatic, straight savage shit [Interlude] Uh, straight savage Uh, straight savage AntMan, what's up? Let's go get these niggaz [Royce Da 5'9"] The whole hip-hop game need a rap lift Surgery to the trolls and the catfish Say my name five times, I'm showin up to your home to your computer room and your blow-up little mattress In a big black whip Let your bitch lick my dick sack five times and take her to Saks Fifth Everything that I say is like an eighth in a trap sit and just waitin and wrapped in plastic for a rapper to come and take it and spaz 'til he pass away She fuckin with you she definitely could fake an orgasm She fuckin with me she definitely could take a giraffe dick And I'm just hustlin like I'm at a cabaret~! Straight savage Anywhere I'm gon' land is the exit, if it ain't lavish I'm my own man like Stedman I took my life into my own hands, same way I take matters Listenin to Coltrane on average With a no-name bad bitch Took her to my home, laid her down on the table In powder same way cocaine gathers Oops, I mean pounded her, you can either get down with us Or let the ground come up and get you like Hank Gathers Niggaz think they've seen the things that I've seen just cause we on Instagram in the same glasses Just cause we in the YSL same jacket don't mean that we cut from the same fabric What the fuck, is you high as hell? You know nothin about the iron in the tire well All you know about is the obvious shit Like Kanye riffin or what? He'll probably yell And I'll bet you probably one of the old creeps helpin Kylie Jenner little body sell Mermaids, water, good diver skills Sandwiches in the desert with a side of mayo Transcriptions in the present got a lot of mail Still gettin money off the books like Galileo I'm in the Panamera listenin to Pantera The bitch with me, sippin on carbonara{?} and I yell I keep a narcotic in the car by the teaspoon I give her a G-Unit, I hear she a fan of +Yayo+ I gotta roll with a gat in the back I get pulled over and they ask who I am, oh cause the Aston is black? I tell them I'm a poet, cause it's a dead giveaway that I'm much more than just a Cat in the Hat I be laughin at your guys while laughin at you If you ask who I am nigga I'm laughin at that I'm a bull's-eye for time to laugh and attack Kiss my ass and after that I put your ass in the crack Speakin of crack rock, my pocket lined with that You could step on my pocket and break your momma back Every weapon of pound I got is Floyd Mayweather doin a movie definitely ready to counter-act Uh, got your bitch jumpin 'round on the boat Lookin like when flounder flap And it ain't because she found a map We savages If your bitch with us and you call her and she tell you that she tied up She might be literally bound and gagged I'm sick, I'm sick and permanent Like the doctor opened me up and found a mask Close me up, left inside of me an ounce of hash I exercise for dumbbells hangin onto the gun rail While I'm pressin up piles of cash