Name: Royce da 5'9" - Caterpillar ft.エミネム, キング・グリーン (Royce da 5'9" - Caterpillar ft. Eminem, King Green)
Uploaded: 2021-01-14T07:37:28.000Z
Duration: 4 min 51 s
Description: VoiceTubeの動画で発音を聞きながら英語表現を覚えよう！学べる英語：

You will not be able to stay home, brotha

You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out

skag and skip out for beer during commercials

Because the revolution will not be televised

Now everybody sayin' that they number one

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing

Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)

If I didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?

See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas

You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas

You number one when it come to slaughtering mics

I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life

Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies

Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies

Don't you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that's degrading

My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting

Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him

I hate congratulating these has-beens who had their highs

These rappers only won their matches because they strategize

I bring Attica to these patterns, and here's my battle cry

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing

Number one song, get your number one chic

When it's all done then your number gon' switch

Guess what I'ma never do? Show so much respect to you

That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors

Never let someone who's not as smart as you

Gas you up and tell you somethin' you never knew

Always stay professional, you always gon' make revenue

Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you

It's completely normal to hold on to a regret or two

I do what I wanna do, they do what I let them do

Everything these niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie

It's nothing I can say to you that is realer

Don't you ever disrespect the fuckin' caterpillar

You're looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar

Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until, uh

Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill

the track's a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla

You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'

Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half

And then had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin

After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again

Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when they're blinkin' a lot

You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are just moths

I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off

So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall

Set the sprinklers off like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah

'Till the shingles come off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling

Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft

Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk

A singular thought I think of will help you distinguish apart

Damn dawg, is that copyin' or payin' homage?

It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler

My dad is your grandfather, I'll have to re-hatch on you

Come back as black wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't swat a

Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it

Smash it and stand on it, dammit, I can't stop it

The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch

Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods

In fact you're exact opposites, you make a wack song

And can't hold a candle but even Daniel-son whacks off

You jack-offs need to come to grips like a hand job

The boom bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap

Number one, but my pencils are number twos

'Cause that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym