Royce Da 5'9" - Eat What You k**ed lyrics

[Intro] Eat what you k** And that's the truth until the cemetery [Verse 1: Royce] I've got caveman tendencies n***as club, I club n***as I get clumsy when I slip into a zone I'm a blood spiller I grew up to grub on The grub of other n***as My demeanor's hyena Hiding in this dog eat dog world Waiting for the day you murder prey I'll come through in a convertible To murder the murderers with gloves on And treat it like it's a big feast And pick my teeth with a vertebrae Even though I planned to be back I don't plan to leave behind a bone I rhyme with no apathy My mind's stuck on Beef and bon apetit I don't have to get deep I ride alone Survival of the fittest in this new era Contra war zone I'm in a fitted with my blueberry Encore 4s on I'm trying to stomp a f**ing thug long Enough to make my shoes ugly Enough for me to walk out of there Lookin like I got a pair of smudged orange Lugz on Married to the streets but the love gone Up north in a car clean Sitting somewhere with a Harley Looking like a art scene How I'm cut as my gut feeling tells me you cut wrong If you got heartstrings I got a bow and arrow going through mine Like the one that Chuck Norris tugs on He feelin froggy, either he can leap or sip some tea I'm gripping heat That's how it's gonna get handled Even if you mugged wrong Don't underestimate the range of my greatness Blazing all night Play your cards right Might want to bring all your aces I got an angel on my shoulder who's telling me What the hell are you doing While the devil's going "f** what he saying" adjacent Because of Jay Z, I got pistols with beans I call them bleekays with lazers You try to faze me Your face will be looking like Enrique Iglesias If yesterday i borrowed from him Tomorrow I'll repay him with patience And my apartment might remind you of Martin All you see is the Tommy Bruhh man Me, Pam, and cases I'm trapped with my feet lounged up Beside a feline It s**s that y'all cats is just f**ed beyond being a peon It's probably because he riding in the neon And I'm in the SL I'm SLP, and he von dutch My wood fragrances giving these b**hes p**y favors With the electricity of ions inspired by Elon Musk He told me he's afraid to talk When I said "speak what you feel" And that's exactly how I keep it Eat what you k** [Hook] Eat What You k** Eat what you k** And that's the truth until the cemetery [Verse 2: k**er Mike] Rap with wolf spirit All the crooks feel it Heart of lion though, I ain't lying ho Violent rhino Angry hippopotamus Crocodile smile, swim in lakes that are bottomless Swam cruddy waters, jam muddy waters Reefer and champagne Played at the end game End of my campaign I'm a champion See the belt, ho Know I was felt ho We the Pistons in the 8, 9, and 9-0 Bad boy, bad boy Like Shyne Po Its 85 and I'm the Benz in the Chicago All that f** sh** you talking is embargoed Where yo refrigerator [?] heavy Chevy It's necessary that I triumph over adversaries Then take the spoils of war and share it with my military Eat what you k** and that's the truth until the cemetery [Outro]