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Artist: Royce Da 5'9" f/ Eminem
Album:  Success Is Certain
Song:   Writer's Block
Typed by: eddie014@hotmail.com

[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!