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