Something's Wrong With Him Lyrics - Death Is Certain - Royce Da 5'9

[Royce Da 5'9"] + (6 July) 

Uhh, yeah, my conference calls with 'Los and Kino 

consists of - (Nigga tone it down, there's way too much killin) 

Of course I ignore 'em, a poor man talk 

I don't give a fuck if I throw my poor fans off 

Pathetic war done entered my brain and permanently changed me 

Now I'm angry so FUCK a metaphor 

FUCK hip-hop, hip-hop sucks! 

You got, niggaz on top swingin from 2Pac's NUTS! 

It's like, I could go in the lab 

and try to write somethin that's nice or bright but I will be holdin back 

My scripture's in the dark 

Deep-rooted soldier inside my soul, uncontrollable temper like "The Hulk's" 

My wife don't like my album, it's way too dark for women 

She say it sound like I hold grudges 

She rather listen to Joe Budden's, no disrespect aight? 

But FUCK a party now and everybody like 

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[Chorus: Royce] + (6 July) 

(What's wrong witchu nigga? Every song you killin) 

(Every rhyme you spit is violently put) 

Lethal, BUT - I have no problem 

with puttin this gun down and beatin yo' ass up 

I was taught rhyme from the heart, they will feel you 

I like the dark, you cut on them lights, I will kill you 

(Something's wrong with him) 

[Royce Da 5'9"] + (6 July) 

(Just like his pops 

He don't give a fuck if you like him or not 

He's a major problem) I will slap yo' ass in church 

And apologize to Jesus later, punk! 

Why am I hot and you not, and why is you rich? 

And why I ain't got SHIT in my pocket but lint? 

This ain't rap no mo', this not a flow 

This is beef, there's a couple street niggaz that got to go (bloaw!) 

My name is Nickel (haha) I'm from the suburbs (yeah!) 

It's only a ten-minute drive to come and get you (yeah) 

TIRED of you hoes 

I will slap snot side-ways outta ya nose, PARTNAH! (partnah!) 

I know we got drama 

But I will still show up at your funeral and hug yo' ugly-ass momma 

Everybody wanna know why the flow is so bad 

(Why is you so mad?) Everybody askin 

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[Chorus] 

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

I'm a natural since - I wrote "Black Girl" 

I hope that you don't think 

that I won't smack yo' bitch 

Cause I will clap her if she happen to be witchu, when I kill you 

You can get ideas, nobody compares you thugs 

I will put out the bub on top of yo' head 

This .22 rifle, be shootin them bouncin bullets 

The enter into your head and exit out yo' foot 

Ride off as soon as my clip turns, you click and 

{*click click, BOOM*} them choppers is lookin for eyeballs (yeah) 

You could bring yo' roughest toughest thug 

that's jealous just tell him to touch me, I will fuck him up! 

I will knock his ass OUT 

And if I can't beat him I will grab my heater and POP his ass! 

FUCK yo' life, stripes I will shock yo' hood 

And I ain't never dyin, knock on wood - whattup 'Los? 

[Chorus]