JID - Animals (Pt.1) ft. Eminem (Lyrics)

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JID - Animals (Pt.1) ft. Eminem (Lyrics)
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🎵 Lyrics:

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[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' n***a, they been livin' a lie
I never believe the song that said they could fly
The last n***a I seen tried it, did it and died
Get a better disguise, you ain't figured it out
N****s 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 no


[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 fuck 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.
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 fuck 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