Royce da 5'9" - Random Bars lyrics

Random bars, that's what we gonna call this
This is like a thank you thank you

Now Ryan's wit is electric like appliances
Now let the flying fist wreck ya, I insist
I'm here to tap some draws, tap some jaws
Ballin' that's for yall
I'm here to palm the fuckin'
Globe like a basketball
They told me I was gold I ain't react at all
I'm stayin' hungry like Em while
These ho's act in awe fuck money
But tell the government give me
Some since they print it
I'm a schizophrenic, mental clinic
Pencil pennin'
Pimp lieutenant livin' to fight in which
If you flinch you in it
Quit your pretendin' you here to be saved
I'm simply sent to be sinnin'
Your minds on quitter your vibes on bitter
Check my file my resume
Is verified on Twitter
Your jeans got a pussy under it
I'll hang up a sign that says your place with
A arrow pointin' down and put you under it
You rapping all lies niggas
Misery love company ass groupie
Ass basketball wive niggas
I been a vet reppin'
Since Eminem's test record
Which was better then any of
Our enemies best efforts
An it was just us then
We been the best bet then
We been on top of our
Green like vinaigrette dressing
You should re-group from the fire
If your killers resemble Keisha from New Jack
City or Snoop from The Wire
The only beefin' I'm doing
With pussy is screwing
Your crew is in ruins we eat'n
An all you doing is chewing
The only swallowing being done
Is by your girl you couldn't digest that you
Probably try an earl
I gotta right hand, it's Debo cold
Run into it playing and end
Up with Steve-O's nose
I will leave you where you riffing at
Yelling take that
While I click an clack two guns
That I nicknamed "This and That"
I play the tune of violence for
Hours with the same gun that
Nas used till I gave you
Power rewind an listen back
My shit's a mansion
Your shit's a shack now check your handguns
We can go tit for tat it's
A fact like correct answers
The damn drum'll leave you in
The can with your Samsung
Can put a foot in your mouth
Without a damn tongue
You plus one on the list
At the club with your
Boy don't give you the right
To challenge a pro, you And-1
Nigga I don't got no story
All I know is I'm quick to pop
An put that boy in a hole
Turn his body to a suppository
While yall hard I'm rolling alone
I get your broad pregnant then I pay to
Abort it with a card over the phone
If people could endure Royce more
I'm so in the zone
Speak with your indoor voice
Boy lower your tone
So now the sky's the limit
My shades cover eyes that are windows
To his soul that's private, ho
Mind your business
You're contracts on the table looking
Like a tarnished napkin
My contracts on the table looking
Like the Donald's taxes
Yeah, y'all niggas acting real light-skinned
Stick a knife in your right hand
Tell you sit your five dollar ass
Down 'fore I make change
Ask yo' ass what you say nigga? Aight then
Now that I'm (a) pen perks executive I'll
Call you a -censored- draw the line and let
You insert the expletive, nickel!