Something's Wrong With Him

[Verse 1: Royce da 5’9" & 6 July]

Uhh, yeah, my conference calls with 'Los and Kino

Consists of...

Nigga tone it down, there's way too much killin'

Of course I ignore 'em, a poor man talks

I don't give a fuck if I throw my core fans off

Pathetic war done entered my brain

And permanently changed me

Now I'm angry so fuck a metaphor

Fuck hip-hop, hip-hop sucks!

You got, niggas on top swingin' from 2Pac's nuts!

It's like I could go in the lab

And try to write somethin' that's nice or bright

But I would be holdin' back

My strength in the dark

Deep-rooted soldier inside my soul

Uncontrollable temper like the Hulk's

My wife don't like my album, it's way too dark for women

She say it sound like I hold grudges

She rather listen to Joe Budden's, no disrespect aight?

But fuck a party now and everybody like

[Hook: Royce da 5’9” & Carlos "6 July" Broady]

What's wrong witchu nigga? Every song you killin'

Every rhyme you spit is violently put

Lethal, but I have no problem

With puttin' this gun down and beatin' yo' ass up

I was taught rhyme from the heart, they will feel you

I like the dark, you cut on them lights, I will kill you

Something's wrong with him

[Bridge: 6 July]

Just like his pops

He don't give a fuck if you like him or not

He's a major problem

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9" & 6 July]

I will slap yo' ass in church

And apologize to Jesus later, punk!

Why am I hot and you not, and why is you rich?

And why I ain't got shit in my pocket but lint?

This ain't rap no mo', this not a flow, this is beef

There's a couple street niggas that got to go (Blaow!)

My name is Nickel (Haha), I'm from the suburbs (Yeah!)

It's only a ten-minute drive to come and get you (Yeah)

Tired of you hoes

I will slap snot sideways outta ya nose, partner! (Partner!)

I know we got drama

But I will still show up at your funeral and hug your ugly-ass momma

Everybody wanna know why the flow is so bad

(Why is you so mad?) Everybody askin'

[Hook: Royce da 5’9” & 6 July]

What's wrong witchu nigga? Every song you killin'

Every rhyme you spit is violently put

Lethal, but I have no problem

With puttin' this gun down and beatin' yo' ass up

I was taught rhyme from the heart, they will feel you

I like the dark, you cut on them lights, I will kill you

Something's wrong with him

[Verse 3: Royce da 5’9”]

I'm a natural since I wrote "Black Girl"

I hope that you don't think that I won't smack yo' bitch

'Cause I will clap her if she happen to be witchu', when I kill you

You can get ideas, nobody compares you thugs

I will put out the bub on top of yo' head

This .22 rifle be shootin' them bouncin' bullets

The enter into your head and exit out yo' foot

Ride off as soon as my clip turns, you click and

(*click click, boom*)

Them choppers is lookin' for eyeballs (yeah)

You could bring yo' roughest, toughest thug

That's jealous just tell him to touch me, I will fuck him up!

I will knock his ass out

And if I can't beat him I will grab my heater and pop his ass!

Fuck yo' life, stripes I will shock yo' hood

And I ain't never dyin', knock on wood, what up 'Los?

[Hook: Royce da 5’9” & 6 July]

What's wrong witchu nigga? Every song you killin'

Every rhyme you spit is violently put

Lethal, but I have no problem

With puttin' this gun down and beatin' yo' ass up

I was taught rhyme from the heart, they will feel you

I like the dark, you cut on them lights, I will kill you

Something's wrong with him