Royce da 5'9" - Second Place lyrics

Nickel, tell 'em what it is
(This is a world premiere)

Look, I'm in a zone for reala
In a freezer with Medusa
I'm fucking a stone-cold killer
Your bitch vibing
I'm inside her and I tell your kids this:
Daddy's been doing more dick
Riding than Kari Wigton
I'm very venomous, you very innocent and
I will send a monster to your house
Call him Harry Henderson
Oh my God, I was just in jail, then the
Devil caught pneumonia
And it made me sick as hell
You niggas counting me out can
Get the riches still
You're all in the Matrix
Shoulda picked a different pill
You about to see how far
That Paul Rosenberg will go
The height of my game is
Like DeMar DeRozan vertical
No one understands me
Only one sicker than me is Em
I'm the new 'D' MC, it runs in the family

"Man why that nigga gotta bring Em
Name up all the time?
Man that nigga wouldn't even be
Rich without that nigga" shut up faggot!

I'm the magnificent with
The sensational style
My wedding with the streets got
The cake but no vows
I'm arrogant as fuck, who cares? You suck
Rappers talking about "We the best" have
Been to Paris too much
Who hot? Who sick? Shit
I'm like a Theraflu slush y'all ain't fly
Y'all fallin' slow with the parachute up-up
I'm a face-slapper
Niggas sleeping on an outfit
Call us Taylor Gang 'cept we
Wake and Bake rappers slaughter
Yelawolf responsible for haters' actions
Y'all on Gilligan's Island
Find a greater Captain ha ha, victory laugh
Even my photographer's happy, picture me mad
I feel well, your bitch sucked my dick
I nutted on the floor
Left her standing there crying
Over spilled milk

My swing's like chains on a playground
I bust fly plus I'm about to
Put some wings on a Greyhound
My theory of you is: you
Lie and you drink beer
And I ain't hearing ya so
You must be from Liberia
I wave bye like Hitler, 100-round Thumper
Bulletproof what? You gon' need
An underground bunker
I aim where you should go
I put my whole life on the net
Even my weapons i am Bazooka Joe, ugh
We the shit, nigga eat a dick
We'll make him eat his words, we the stones
He the sticks
I'm going yelling Shady everywhere
Smacking niggas' bitches with
They lipstick and
They baby with they teddy bear
To you and your man: ain't
Gon' be no Talladega Night
I come to question y'all and y'all don't
Know what to do with your hands
Nickle Preme, killer team
At a different dealer every day
Like a fickle fiend

I come to embarrass y'all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards
So I could see what second place look like
(Too many sick niggas
Nickel bring the remedy)
(Make it real clear)
I come to embarrass y'all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards
So I could see what second place look like
(You not ready for the raw deal
It's all real, kiss the ring, be gone)