Royce Da 5'9" - Beat Goes On lyrics

[Intro: D.K.] D.K D12 Slaughterhouse Ready? come on! It's ya boy, D.K Yeah, D12 Dubai SLAUGHTERHOUSE! [Verse 1: D.K.] Aey yo, i dont listen wanna force nobody to listen If you don't like it, cut it f**ing off and stop b**hing Oh, still there? I guess you're liking the listen I'm not beefin' with ya, how could I beef with a chicken? Hey, you motherf**ers are guessin' if I'm high, ya, I was poppin' pills in the kitchen Now you thinkin', what the f** you think D.K's thinkin'? Was he trippin' off the pocket p**y, that he was licking Hey! My homie (?) gon' k** me, then bring me ya body Cause when I'm squeezing, it's easy to cause a tsunami I be on the semen givin' babies, while mommy behind me So when you walk by me watch a (?) make (?) Fo-shizzle my nizzle, this shizzle is wizard to high That's my homie Kuniva, he's f**in' this girl in her body Man it makes me sick when you tell me to keep it clean It's make me wanna cuss more, like Mel Gibson (?) [Hook] And The beat goes on, and the beat goes on And the beat goes on And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on And the beat goes on Now SLAUGHTERHOUSE! [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Check, around dudes that keep hollerin' for more smoke Talk slicker, end up with your jaw broke I always had to be different by law though n***as had guns, I was carrying a crossbow Quick to put a couple arrows in your torso Human Torch flow'll get rid of all of your false hopes When you make a little money they begin to hate ya So I keep animals with me—it's in my nature Not to be an instigator, but I been a savior Cause if you hear what they're doing on pen and paper Horrible punch lines, bad flow delivery And concept bars about concept cars n***as rap about lives they don't live As for me, got a few f**s I don't give Still I help out if need be - Joe Beezy A.K.A. I make it all look easy [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"] And the beat goes on 'til the beat can't go no more This old .44 got a little red nose On it for you clowns, welcome to the Bozo Show Hang you frauds by your balls, where the rose go bro? I'm psychotic, I know you got an eye problem Approaching me is like seeing Nicki Minaj and Amber Rose out You a man--then why bother? I'll have your black-a** body wrapped in the white waters I couldn't edit the fact I'm like Farrakhan mad at Jesse Jackson I coulda k**ed you, though I shouldn'ta said it I push the pedal, so to the metal, my foot pathetic My only question to you homie, is why would you sweat it? I got the game in a Coogi sweater, middle of summer I heard them n***as with booty feather-ticklers is on ya Sneak up on ya, put the pistol on ya Twist ya like a chicken, put the rotisserie on ya [Verse 4: Kuniva] It goes like this when I'm swervin' on the freeway Speedin' trough traffic, drag racin' with D.K It don't stop, see I boarded me a flight Touch down in Dubai, and I'm wilin' for the night Spittin' to the Ladies, your boy is going crazy I smell weed vapors, like nothing can save me Detroit do it big, out here it's much iller It's hotter than a b**h, but my heat is more k**er Toast to my goons, we surround the room Post up with the guns down in our shoes We ain't being violent, we just wanna drink up Grab a young lady and do whatever we think of Shoutout to (?), your boy is getting lose Stumbled out with 2 b**hes, chuckin' up the deuce That's one night down, I ain't getting any sleep f** it I'mma stay up the week and the beat [Verse 5: D.K.] And the beat goes on, sh** I thought he was ready I knocked his a** out just like Eminem did with Freddy (?) waitin' on punchlines, patiently waiting Just like (?) waitin' on lunch time Nickle 9, Joe Beezy, Kuniva them boys wicked But we ain't done yet I'm meeting Bizzie and Swifty Dubai is one fire, we burning this (?) And we.. [Verse 6: Swifty McWay] Parking lot pimpin', sippin' on vodka mixed with Hennessy And hittin' on my bong, as I'm sitting in a car Ready to pull up girls' thongs, and haul a** Threw her in my ride, pour her through a tall gla** We got smashed, I couldn't even make it to the telly So I'm outside f**in' on the dash Then we woke up, early in the morning And im doing donuts, hublot, so what Now I'm back in the liquor store, drinking the same cup 9:30 in the morning my breakfast is blunts And when it comes to lunch, I'm at the strip bar Eatin' weed brownies with a bunch of b**hes and I'm far Away from this planet, I'm on cloud 9 199 thousand times 9 I don't find trouble, trouble finds me But it's fine, I got a tech nine to intervene [Verse 7: Bizarre & (D.K.)] I'm so hiiiiigh! I'm higher than the ceilin' 4 in the mornin' watching "All My Children" Bizarre party, party real hard Coke and Hennessy, life of a rock star 16 Vicodin, 14 mescaline (Old school Cadillacs, we don't drive limousines) So fresh and so clean, like an OutKast member I can make it snow in mid December Kush, blunts, bottles of Mescado From Detroit to Aspen, Colorado (Sniff these pines, don't be nervous) 16 who*es from the escort service I'mma f** all 10 with no rubber (You nasty!) Probably die of AIDS in the middle of next summer Bizzare too high, in the middle of Dubai Smokin' Chocolate Thaaaaaai [Outro: D.K.] sh**, we outta here...