Dinner Time

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Ayo, Royce Da 5'9" Why you wan' share your food with these niggas? We don't share food in the recession Bite these niggas like you bite the microphone [Verse 1] Living legend inside of a Smith & Wesson sliding out of the barrel I'm fire, don't try me cause I am hot Police cars with they sirens come by when I'm rhyming Saying they got a call that somebody 'round here done fired shots Mac-11's in order, the flow is like water Each quote's a quarter of blow, the chorus is followed by the dot Goons, goblins and creatures and monsters'll bounce ya and beat ya And stomp ya and eat ya, don't get swallowed by the block I pay a shrink every week to basically tell me "Lay here and speak to me" just to say how psychotic I am not I'm too fly with the viral and physical copies Niggas sloppy, look up what you under, I'm what you tryna top I'm scared and compared to no man, I'm like the big hand on Big Ben I get in and I'm hitting my numbers 'round the clock I'm 'bout to give it back to my nigga Bus-a-Bus And have a seat, it's convenient I'm already copping a squat [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] Nowadays when niggas walk around They start to look like hamburgers and frankfurters Ayo, Royce Da 5'9", feed on these mothafuckas, homie, come on [Verse 2] Take him, gut him and take out his organs and smorgasbord him The more important he is I'm toe-tagging his beat Turn him to chicken chowder, dip him in some sniffing powder Season him with gasoline and throw his ass in the grease Mention my name in a record, I'mma come get you lyrically Individually I'mma take it back to the streets Cannibalistic mentality, rappers hating Decapitate him, rap 'bout what I naturally happen to be Flow is superb and you heard us forget it, two verses Two murders acquitted, personally it's a wrap, capiche? Fingers snapping and tapping they feet Clapping what happened the street, 'bout to happily bring it back to the D Niggas claiming harder that all of this time Niggas believe him until I see him and then slap him and see I ain't having it, havoc is average to me War's normal, only thing I'm having is having a feast [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] Royce Da 5'9", you my dog and I'm your dog Being that I already sic'ed you on these mothafuckas It's your turn to sic me on they ass, let's go! [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Every time that I marry the rhyme and the beat I go hairy and grind in the street, then I'm fucking up everybody Pulverizing shit like we gorillas and peeling your skin Like we banana peelers, it's hazardous if you copy Don't you know that I'm one of the coldest courageous The boldest contagious, ain't no one can phase this thing that I do Well, you know since I report the latest that niggas can't fuck with me Cause I'm the greatest, my shit is sick like the flu You see I'm animalistic, the cataclysmic events That'll happen whenever I grab the mic and talk Indeed I'm back and specifically that I'm hickory-dickory-dock of this rizzy The diddy bop in my walk Now I'm the messenger to set the temperature nigga Whenever the heat will be needed to hot the block up, I'm saying I got the Dillinger, Harry Kissinger with the ratchet The fact is I'm back with the clack and the click, see I ain't playing [Outro: Busta Rhymes] Why, oh why, oh why? Royce Da 5'9", please tell me why! Why the fuck these niggas gon' let us get together and do this shit to 'em It's so fucking unfair, shit is so unfair!