Caged Between Hostility - Writer's Block lyrics

[Intro: Eminem] Yeah, I don't know what else to say I can't, I can't think of nothing, I'm stumped Here we go! On your feet, stand up, everybody hands up Uh, man, I don't know man, every time I go to think of something played out to say, you already said it [Verse 1: Ruthless] Why you succeed to fame when all of y'all speak the same Hip-Hop's reached it's downfall and your the ones to blame Drake, all these rappers, and Wayne, once I spit ya careers in flames Cause they know their hands tied, feet ball and chained up People be quick to tell me my sh** was awful it used to make startled That I couldn't make it in the industry, but here's the brain f** We the same cause, y'all started with a pen, a pad, and a dream While I attempt to f** the f**in' game up b**h, splat! only thing I hear in here is chit-chat I'll be spittin' bars, split you in two like a Kit-Kat You wanna step up, try me, and prove you can rap I'll reply with dynamite, that'll turn you dogs into p**y cats My sh** is real, literally ill Trust me b**h, i'm much harder to k**; the thing is, the bigger I get the more dysfunctional and twisted it gets Y'all expected me to flop, it doesn't matter if I get to the top Y'all bout the bottles, the riches, and the weed from Ja-mai-ca We heard that story to many times, please stop You have put rap into a f**in' slipknot I have the license to k** anyone lyrically with the ink of my pen Hip-Hop's a competition, ain't no room for friends This is my chance to watch all y'all careers end Take these words and rhyme em so the words will bend Dirty Sprite's a b**h player, k** ya self with blades that shred The only thing I was told by my teacher, don't succeed till ya dream ends, cause [Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] I've got Guccis on my feet, diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist, b**hes on my dick, but y'all already said that Choppers in the trunk, models in the front Bottles in the club, but I don't give a f**, but y'all already said that [Bridge: Eminem] Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard for me To come up with sh** to say, ay I'm at a loss for words, cause y'all already said it all I think I'm running outta clichés – I'm getting writers block, psyche! [Verse 2: Ruthless] When I spit in the booth, no one notices Sittin' on the same road Pac & B.I.G. built Rappin' on the same beat Bad & Evil spit Walkin' all over the beat, spittin' on ya tombstone, overk** Why is my music so loud? i'll never be quiet Till the audience is silent, curtain closes and my career is dyin' Everything I worked for has been annihilated I'ma lyricist that's homicidal, writer's block turned me borderline suicidal Murdered the beat and didn't live long enough to go to it's trial Like Nicole when she spilled Apple on O.J.'s arrival Hip-Hop has became my rival, my life's exclusive like the dumb motherf**ers that put their music on Tidal Their music's a joke, all of y'all are fake and chomp on the dick's that you love to choke I'ma about to lose it at any minute, at given time of day What the f** you take this game for, y'all should just press start, restart, and watch ya career decay I don't give a f** about any feelings I hurt, or some of the f**ed up sh** I say Hi my name is Ruthless, do you wanna come outside and play I'ma k** all you motherf**ers that make up the life you say you live Your all f**in' liars, screechin' like burnin' car tires It's all hands on deck, which career will I f** up next I'm in my zone, if you don't like it, get the f** out and leave me alone Take ya best shot cause I ain't goin' nowhere I'm losing my mind cause [Hook: Royce da 5'9"] [Bridge: Eminem]