Royce Da 5'9" - d**h Of Autotune (Redemption) lyrics

[Intro] REDEMPTION! Nickle! Ortiz what's up, my n***a? [Verse 1] I did Green last night with my comraderies I spit a verse that you heard, this my apology At the exact same time this is a f** you s** my nuts you ungrateful f** you Haha Alchemist in the building Throwback, feel like I'm rappin' it for the pilgrims Uh, I'm an animal with the talkin' A grammar gargantuan with Satanic arson Words that'll exhume Dilla Bring his body back to life, toss Charles Hamilton in his coffin Your man is a liar, he dead wrong Write "pyromania" on his headstone, he playin' with fire The shark flow sink ships and eat the survivors The Takeover mentality, Ether saliva You dead, you only trying to do this to a degree I am the AIDS, nobody wants to do it with me This is my job as king of my city The Hex Murda, Tricky/?? committee I don't know a girl that say "stop" I drink till I got the kind of buzz that Drake got Holdin' the torch, show no remorse My group murder beats and I creep back and I flow over the corpse This a big a** gang The only thing me and T-Pain got in common is a Big Ass Chain [Verse 2] n***a, your brains will be on your lap Throw a stone I'mma throw a meteor back Don't let media soup you n***as will shoot you My gun makin' my waist look as big as a tutu n***as want it, the less thug The beta drum sound like I'm runnin' with ?uestlove Ask n***as do they got any requests? Before I let 'em know they ain't got any respect Uh, why call Joey a trouble maker? If you ain't callin' me his trouble ender Do you know how big my dick is? My b**h say I should start me another gender I got muscle, I'm rollin' around muscular I'm so cut throat I could grow me another jugular n***as sh** face Cause in my time I touch more cla**ics than my n***a Joell did on his mixtape Uh n***as is weak anyway Tell Amber Rose she can cheat on me any day Uh 3-2-3-6-4-0-2-0-2-1 baby call me You be f**in' with wack n***as A whole crew full of earthy a** rap n***as Uh, I got a squad full of rap k**ers I'm the living proof that God is a crack dealer [Verse 3] I've been morbid, I'm important I talk fly than enforce it while in orbit I'm pretty but I've been gorgeous Been on my Ben Gordon (Y'all catch that?...never mind) The whole Slaughterhouse will step to you We ain't no motherf**in' group we a wrecking crew Don't worry about it hip hop, we here to rescue you We feel like we the best, f** all the rest of you And we'll come and get you, go 'head, spit a bar You got heart until your heart is in a pickle jar The untouchable squad that dares nothing but ?? You are f**in' with gods, don't look f**in' surprised I f** b**hes with jobs, addicted to dick And cleaning and eating more p**y than Missy Misdemeanor I see why your whole hood embarra**ed You keep playing the same god damn character, Wood Harris My daughter is an heiress, my son is an heir I pray lookin' down, shootin' guns in the air Uh, put some f**in' money on it then Cause he gon' kick it till he got your blood on his shins Trigger flows, AR's and K's I got it locked down, I got bars for days If you listen and thinkin' a n***a can't go You got an ear like Vince as in Van Gogh Bar Exam 3. f** the auto-tune. Except when I'm doin' it...cause when I'm doin' it's cool. When you do it...it's corny