Something`s Wrong With Him

[Royce Da 5`9"] + (6 July)<br>Uhh, yeah, my conference calls with `Los and Kino<br>consists of - (Nigga tone it down, there`s way too much killin)<br>Of course I ignore `em, a poor man talk<br>I don`t give a fuck if I throw my poor fans off<br>Pathetic war done entered my brain and permanently changed me<br>Now I`m angry so FUCK a metaphor<br>FUCK hip-hop, hip-hop sucks!<br>You got, niggaz on top swingin from 2Pac`s NUTS!<br>It`s like, I could go in the lab<br>and try to write somethin that`s nice or bright but I will be holdin back<br>My scripture`s in the dark<br>Deep-rooted soldier inside my soul, uncontrollable temper like "The Hulk`s"<br>My wife don`t like my album, it`s way too dark for women<br>She say it sound like I hold grudges<br>She rather listen to Joe Budden`s, no disrespect aight?<br>But FUCK a party now and everybody like<br><br>[Chorus: Royce] + (6 July)<br> (What`s wrong witchu nigga? Every song you killin)<br> (Every rhyme you spit is violently put)<br>Lethal, BUT – I have no problem<br>with puttin this gun down and beatin yo` ass up<br>I was taught rhyme from the heart, they will feel you<br>I like the dark, you cut on them lights, I will kill you<br> (Something`s wrong with him)<br><br>[Royce Da 5`9"] + (6 July)<br>(Just like his pops<br> He don`t give a fuck if you like him or not<br> He`s a major problem) I will slap yo` ass in church<br>And apologize to Jesus later, punk!<br>Why am I hot and you not, and why is you rich?<br>And why I ain`t got SHIT in my pocket but lint?<br>This ain`t rap no mo`, this not a flow<br>This is beef, there`s a couple street niggaz that got to go (bloaw!)<br>My name is Nickel (haha) I`m from the suburbs (yeah!)<br>It`s only a ten-minute drive to come and get you (yeah)<br>TIRED of you hoes<br>I will slap snot side-ways outta ya nose, PARTNAH! (partnah!)<br>I know we got drama<br>But I will still show up at your funeral and hug yo` ugly-ass momma<br>Everybody wanna know why the flow is so bad<br>(Why is you so mad?) Everybody askin<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Royce Da 5`9"]<br>I`m a natural since - I wrote "Black Girl"<br>I hope that you don`t think<br>that I won`t smack yo` bitch<br>Cause I will clap her if she happen to be witchu, when I kill you<br>You can get ideas, nobody compares you thugs<br>I will put out the bub on top of yo` head<br>This .22 rifle, be shootin them bouncin bullets<br>The enter into your head and exit out yo` foot<br>Ride off as soon as my clip turns, you click and<br>{*click click, BOOM*} them choppers is lookin for eyeballs (yeah)<br>You could bring yo` roughest toughest thug<br>that`s jealous just tell him to touch me, I will fuck him up!<br>I will knock his ass OUT<br>And if I can`t beat him I will grab my heater and POP his ass!<br>FUCK yo` life, stripes I will shock yo` hood<br>And I ain`t never dyin, knock on wood - whattup `Los?<br><br>[Chorus]