Spazz Out (ft. Royce Da 5'9")

Duration

3:45

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

[Drew32] Hey yo, Uh, Can you turn the beat up a little bit? Alright, there you go. [Royce Da 5'9"] Nickel! [Chorus] I wake up in the morning and that crazy shit I'm on it You don't really want it, so show me my opponent Bitch I spazz out I spazz out yeah I spazz out I spazz out [Verse1 - Drew32] The next to make it, never anticipated Always seemed to get hated But take a look at what the hell you created I think it's time to destroy some shit Drew is ill, Royce is sick Matter fact, I will cook you rotisserie style If you don't think that the boy can spit internet gangsters, you ain't that hard I dare you to test me Your girlfriend blew (blue) me like Avatar and if you sleeping on me, guess that means that I'm interesting (resting) You can't see me, put on my CD you wear goggles, this ain't 3D my verse nuts so after my 16 hoes get pregnant Holla at me MTV You will never earn, my respect I'm hot, you'll never ever burn I'm a psycho crazy, screw you, pay me Bitch, you ain't doin jack without Lubriderm I'm about to just take over, and do donuts all up on your driveway home, yup I spit bars like I gotta bag full of Doritos sitting right next to my neck or I gotta chip on my shoulder hold up Got em goin haywire, cuz I'm only getting paid on days that end in A-Y And you wouldn't be fly if you hang glide so quit rap get a day job, when my pen touches the pad its like all the planets align the sun and moon collide, I hit the booth and rhyme until these sucker haters die by suicide you better move aside, because bitch I... [Chorus] [Verse2 - Royce Da 5'9"] Uh, Nickel be spazzin mechanical you can't expose my mannish flow Cut everything off the top of that Phantom and call that bitch my Amber Rose Sittin on elephant feet, animal toes You know I leave you dead in the street and you motherfuckin birds know I don't got too many words for you I keep a pelican brief I click clack this biscuit I sit back and get a naval ring and let a motherfuckin mistletoe hang from it Just so your mama know just where I want her lips at this Christmas I been pimping, I'm so fucking robust, it's so sudden It's ironic I'm an Iron Man like Ghost Face and I be with Bussa Bus when I ghost busters Slaughterhouse too true we the new crew I ain't saying we the best, all I'm saying is that we on a Quest to be a Tribe Called the new and improve Wu Critique ya'll sound like Simon I'm eating Beats by the Pound like Common Ya'll niggas out ya'll mind I will cook ya noodles if you don't think that he's top rhymin (Ramen) I be throwin them slugs, ya'll be the hoe and in love Ya man fake, that's why I be going for a handshake While that phony nigga be going for a hug I bet ya'll lil niggas ain't thugs I bet ya'll lil niggas wear Uggs I bet ya'll ain't see that sign Nickel Nine: Beware Of [Chorus]