Royce da 5'9", King Green, Eminem - Caterpillar lyrics

You will not be able to stay home, brotha
You will not be able to plug in
Turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on
Skag and skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised

This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Ohh, we in the war
Where butterflies keep dyin' (Ahh)

I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If I didn't do this
Where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us
What I spit hit arenas


You a drip from my penis
I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it
Come to slaughtering mics
I'm tryna be number one in
My son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies
Y'all my children
Y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you grade me next
To these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different facets
I switch into so many different passions
I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben
This shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me
I just decapitate him
I hate congratulating these has-beens
Who had their highs
These rappers only won their
Matches because they strategize
I bring Attica to these patterns
And here's my battle cry

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Ohh, we in the war
Where butterflies keep dyin' (Ahh)

This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Kid think your number won't quit
Number one song, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it's all done then
Your number gon' switch

Hold up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do? Show
So much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends
So now we no longer competitors
That could be the death of you
Never let someone who's not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you
Somethin' you never knew
Always stay professional
You always gon' make revenue
Don't let people next to you that
Don't want the best for you
It's completely normal to hold on
To a regret or two i do what I wanna do
They do what I let them do
Everything these niggas be sayin'
Is a fuckin' lie
It's nothing I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you praisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever disrespect
The fuckin' caterpillar

This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Kid think your number won't quit
Number one song, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it's all done then
Your number gon' switch

You're looking at Attila
The psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until
Especially when your favorite rapper ain't
Even half as ill
A savage still, the track's a banana peel
Attack of the silverback gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin'
This is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he
Snapped his shin in half
And then had the shit hangin'
By a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the shit
Back on the mat again
Pad to pen I’m batty like eyelids
When they're blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but you're not
You can't be butterflies
My offsprings are just moths
I see that thing I'ma squash it and
Rip the wings of it off so ring the alarm
Pull the extinguishers off of the wall
Set the sprinklers off like Jada
Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof
We'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building
Middle fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme
In ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my mind
Kingpin and Penguin combined
Spit like it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of
Will help you distinguish apart
The frauds from the cream of the crop
(Wait a minute) Hold up like a flashcard
Damn dawg, is that copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to
Rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather
I'll have to re hatch on you
Come back as a black
Wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant
Trample it and stomp it
Smash it and stand on it, dammit
I can't stop it
The rap is a vag' and I'm goin'
In like a tampon in this bitch
It's a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers
You can't be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact opposites
You make a wack song
And can't hold a candle but
Even Daniel-san whacks off
You jack-offs need to come to
Grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back with
An axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack with a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are number twos
'Cause that's all I dos with 'em
Poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute
When I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing them
Lyrical bowel movements
These beats are like my saloons
'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em
And I don't need Metamucil to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go spin another cocoon
Then I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb
Then I'm flushin' you!