Caterpillar (feat. Eminem & King Green)

作曲 : R. Montgomery/M. Mathers/P. Desrosiers

You will not be able to stay home, brotha

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

You will not be able to lose yourself on skag

And skip out for beer during commercials

Because the revolution will not be televised

This right here for the number one

Number ones here with your number one

You ain't number one, just another one

Now everybody sayin' that they number one

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing

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

I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak

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

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

You a drip from my p***y, I eat lions and sip hyena

You number one when it come to slaughtering mics

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

Uhh, all you ****ers 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 style got so many different facets

I switch into so many different passions

I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin'

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

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

This right here for the number one

Number ones here with your number one

You ain't number one, just another one

Now everybody sayin' that they number one

Kid think your number won't quit

Number one song, get your number one chick

Number one fly with your number one kick

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

Hold up, wait a minute

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

That could be the death of you

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 ****ers be sayin' is a ****ing lie

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

Remember when you praisin' the butterfly

Don't you ever disrespect the ****ing caterpillar

This right here for the number one

Number ones here with your number one

You ain't number one, just another one

Now everybody sayin' that they number one

Kid think your number won't quit

Number one song, get your number one chick

Number one fly with your number one kick

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

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

A savage still, 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 ********n 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 copy me, but you're not

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 ****ing 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

And the language I speak is my mind

Kingpin and Penguin combined

Spit like it's King of the Dot

A singular thought I think of will help you distinguish apart

The frauds from the cream of the crop

(Wait a minute) Hold up like a flashcard

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 shit

It's a manslaughter

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 ****ers need to come to grips like a hand job

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

Lumberjack with a hacksaw

Number one, but my pencils are number twos

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

On the john like a p********e when I'm droppin' a deuce

And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements

These beats are like my saloons

'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em

And I don't need Metamucil to loosen 'em

Shit, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem

I'm 'bout to go spin a co****

Then I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb

Then I'm ****in' you!