Animals Pt. I

LETRA

Animals Pt. I

[Intro: JID]
Phew, look

[Verse 1: JID]
Please don't bring no scared business to me
I fear no man, no hand-holdin'
Banana clip a chimpanzee to rip at me
The tip ain't cheap, the dick ain't free
I ain't no bitch, a bitch ain't me, I beat up beats
I been upbeat, you been on me
You bet on me? Who better than me?
You better believe they never could be, I'm ready to eat
They better get it ready for me, I'm killin' the scene
They gotta get a medical team, the gun a machine
The tongue is a gun, it come with a beam
It come in a red, it come in a green
And somebody scared 'cause nobody seen it
Get him a bed and get him a king, and get a machete
Give it a swing, I'm thinkin' of deadly things
Sippin' the red drink (Uh), red rum, red rum (Look), 151, '87 (Uh)
Look alive lil' ni***, they been livin' a lie
I never believe the song that said they could fly
The last ni*** I seen tried it, did it and died
Get a better disguise, you ain't figured it out
Niggas ain't tryna get victimized
I got a pit and a clip, finna sick the boy
Don't nobody wanna get sent to God
The stick hit through meat like a shish kebob (Ayy, c'mon, like bro)
Take it up with the boss, man, I'm good at my job
It's not a walk in a park 'cause I'm in a metropolis
I'm lost in a thought, but escapin' the darkness
Caught the broad day, like sun and parked it
Felt the force and found my flow, the faucet
Kept the course ahead, no matter the cost
I only eat what I kill, do away with the carcass
Monster dreadlockness, similar concepts

[Break]
(A dreadlockness monster, a monster, ah)

[Verse 2: JID]
I'm a crazy man, I had to get into the game again
I'm seein' the lights, I'm lookin' at the lay of the land
I'm in command like I'm Jayden Daniels, breakin' in
Can't evade a vandal, ni***, save the scandal
Service candle lit 'cause your man a bitch
I tried to understand but I'm lackin' the bandwith
A rock in a hard place, crack in a sandwich
The cards I was handed determined the gambit
It made me the man, but it turned me into Manson
Son of a madman Max, minimal chances
Shakin' the hand, white man take it to taxes
Suit and a tie, not fly, ride in a backseat of a taxi
I feel like Tyrese Maxey, I'm a zone Sixer, but I'm a hell of a athlete
Doin' the rap shit, take a look at the rap sheet
Nigga's a random, ratchet, here with a black queen
Angela Bassett, put a tab of acid on your tongue
I ain't never takin' a bump
But I can put it in a package, you give me a lump sum
Then put it in a bag in the back of a trunk
I heard thump, thump, thump, thump, bangin' the bass
I'm breakin' the bread, the breakfast, I'm bringin' the bacon
Slangin' the sausage, crackin' the egg over your face
I'm half-amazin', half man and half alien
Yeah, patience been paper thin, I plant a flag in every place I'm in
Pace has been immense, it's not a race, but I been chasin' it
Been unforsaken, only placin' faith in the hands that turned the staff into a snake
And then a snake into a staff again
The average couldn't start to establish the type of bag I'm in
The nappiest, East Atlanta—
Rappin' erratic, righteous and ratchet 'cause that's what's happenin'
Yellin' from the mountains so loud, it could start an avalanche
We in Babylon, by the way, you, brother, be babblin'
You out of chances, I can't overextend a olive branch
Fuck the bargainin', we bargin' it, let the car spin
Push a Porsche with the nine, one-one like I'm Micah Parsons
When attackin' a target, half a sack when they sent the blitz
It's a rapid departure, real rappers cease to exist
Like it's open season, soon as they seen him, it's, "Oh, shit"
Baow, baow, eight-one like Kobe in '06
Head bowed, pray for 'em while you load this 45th
23, y'ain't started, but hit Jordan with the Pippen assist
Another plot is just a twist in the script
If we beefin', let's get into some ol' biblical shit
Ain't no tweetin', see you, goodnight, and then proceed with a kiss
For the dead, watch for the threads, niggas can't bleed on my fit
Put to bed, now we even Steven, keep a Stephen A. Smith
And a Wess', f*** all that screamin' shit and beatin' your chest
Momma says mentality breathes into a seed of success
And I'm between it, but best believe, I ain't perceivin' no threats
With allegiance, alliance, leave me out of y'all shit, I'm a lion, I'm lyin', relax
You know the facts of the sleeping giant, align me with that
Nigga, Goliath's a bitch, hit with a rock and a sack
My ni*** ride with a stick, flippin' a rock and—, oh, wait
Nothin' too hard to predict, know shit been hard where you at
But if I lost you, then I bring it back
[Verse 3: Eminem]
I beat up a beat like a drum machine did somethin' to me
You don't wanna go and bump into me, I jump into beef so comfortably
I'm not comfortable with no conflict, I've come for the bull
Gimme them horns, gimme that rose bush, gimme them thorns
I'm another breed, I'm a different animal
Y'all make me yawn, like a strand of wool (Ugh)
I'm intangible, but your hands are full
And your lil' underpants are pulled all the way down to your ankles
You're gettin' spanked and I'm your father, told you I'm a soldier
I just showed up in a wife-beater tank and I'ma demolish
I always said when I didn't have a dime to my name and lived in squalor
If I had three quarters, two dimes and a nickel, I wouldn't change for a dollar
But I signed 50 Cent and put him in my piggy bank
And I ain't gonna apolo-gize to you for what the f*** I do
My advice to you, get five bazookas
Some type of nuke, a knife, a Ruger, the size of two guns
'Cause I'm sprayin' the Rossi like I'm N.W.A. and the Posse
Just like Yella, Ren, Dre and them taught me
Man, look at all the mayhem I'm causing
That's prolly why I stay in the hot seat
With these magazines, I act out like Ye and his cousin
Little cocksucker, I'm sprayin' and bustin'
Your shit sucks dick, stop sayin' it doesn't
That's probably the reason there's nothin' you've bodied of recent
I feel like I just walked in and seen you naked, 'cause you not even decent
Get ripped like my school clothing
Like a sleeping cow, I'm bulldozing
A rap god since my socks were holey
Was on that block like a soccer goalie
Ma' could not control me, Glocks I'm toting
Lock and loading, rock and rolling, rock a Rollie
Guacamole, mostaccioli, like this flow, you're out of pocket, homie
Y'all could only hope to catch the flow, but if you know, you know
I told you hoes to slow your rolls before you go and throw your whole career up in the toilet bowl, enjoy the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
This my house of horrors, like a brothel
I done put Ja Rule through it like a law school
Keep it a stack, like pancakes, I'm awful
So many plaques from Belgium, got a wall full
In fact, you would hate my walls, they're all full
They call me Marshall but I'm unlawful
Is it Groundhog's Day or déjà vu?
Won't stop, period, post-menopausal
Go so postal that most postman'll pause, I'll slaughter the rhyme
These flows gonna boggle the mind
Y'all get in line, you're talkin' to Einstein
Fuck walkin' the line, I'm joggin' it
I'm a cross between a dog and a juvenile-ish, motherfuckin' childish punk
And I be poppin' the most wildest junk
And I'm known as the prick that's not to f*** wit'
Call me erectile dysfunction, my ballistic missile is launchin'
I'm wildin' like Seven Mile and Runyon, bunch of violent gunmen
I do it like Puff do it, tell my hitter to hit him up, "Do it"
So like my middle fingers to a Tupac song, you know that I put 'em up to it
12-gauge at the age of twelve, caged-up self rage, I been raised in Hell
Like I'm Joe, Jam Master Jay and Daryl, brace yourself
It's about to be a fuckin' shootout like the OK Corral
Bounty on me like a paper towel
They want me to go on the straight and narrow
Like the same shape that they make an arrow
Never sell out for the fame and wealth
Dave Chappelle of the rap game, I'm never gonna play myself
Closest I ever came's 8 Mile, but the fuckin' pain I felt
When I lost Proof, couldn't explain how, that devil came down
Then in one fell, he swooped, look at how foul he's stooped
Had to throw in that towel, regroup, like Sean O'Malley, still that mouthy youth
This here the finale, try to rally troops, better round up and corral recruits
But no matter how many your tally to surround these two
You gon' f*** around and find out just what the f*** we about when you see how we shoot
And I ain't talkin' about how we hoop when you lay up in a motherfuckin' alley, oops
It's like a Xanadu for every Xan' I do, what I plan to do is take a pink and a blue
Hand a few to me, I'll brutally damage you, I could never stand to lose
I'm bananas, you motherfuck*** can't do it sicker than I do
You couldn't get rid of this shit with Tamiflu
Cannibals, you little bitch, me and JID are just like beastiality, we fuckin' animals
I'm back and I'm body baggin' 'em, toe-taggin' 'em in the back of a Volkswagen
And draggin' them hoebags and I'm throat gaggin' 'em
'Til I get thrown back in the paddy wagon and back on the Prozac
And I know that, but I'm so bad with a notepad that it don't matter
The G.O.A.T.'s back, finna go at anyone who got the gonads or cojones, yeah