Caterpillar (feat. Eminem & King Green)

You will not be able to stay home brother
 You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
 You will not be able to lose yourself on
 Scag and skip out for beer during commercials
 Because the revolution will not be televised
 This right here for the number ones
 Number ones here with your number one
 You ain't number one, just another one
 Now everybody sayin' that they number one
 Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
 Oh, we in the war
 Where butterflies keep dyin' (ah)
 I'm a product of Parker, Lewis and Kubiak
 If I didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
 See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
 You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
 You number one when it comes to slaughtering mics
 I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
 Uh, all you niggas my lil' rapper babies
 Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
 Don't you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
 My style got so many different facets
 I switch into so many different passions
 I'm skippin' class to be fascinating
 My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
 Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
 Out here congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
 These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
 I'll bring Attica to these patterns and here's my battle cry
 Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
 Oh, we in a war
 Where butterflies keep dyin' (ah)
 This right here for the number ones
 Number ones here with your number one
 You ain't number one, just another one
 Now everybody sayin' that they number one
 Kid think your number won't quit
 Number one song, get your number one chick
 Number one fly with your number one kick
 When it's all done then your number gon' switch
 Hold up, wait a minute
 Guess what I'ma never do
 Show so much respect to you
 That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
 That could be the death of you
 Never let someone who's not as smart as you gas you up
 And tell you somethin' you never knew
 Always stay professional
 You always gon' make revenue
 Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you
 It's completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
 I do what I wanna do, they do what I let them do
 Everything niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
 It's nothing I can say to you that is realer
 Remember when you praisin' the butterfly
 Don't you ever disrespect the fuckin' caterpillar
 This right here for the number ones
 Number ones here with your number one
 You ain't number one, just another one
 Now everybody sayin' that they number one
 Kid think your number won't quit
 Number one song, get your number one chick
 Number one fly with your number one kick
 When it's all done then your number gon' switch
 You lookin at Attila
 The psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
 Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until
 Especially when your favorite rapper isn't even half as ill
 A savage still
 The track's a banana peel, attack of the silverback gorilla
 You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
 Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half
 And then had shit hangin' by a flap of skin
 After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
 Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when they're blinkin' a lot
 You copy me, but you're not
 You can't be butterflies
 My offspring's are just moths
 I see that thing, I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
 So ring the alarm
 Pull the extinguishers off of the wall, set the sprinklers off
 Like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
 'Til the shingles come off the roof
 We'll shatter the ceilings
 Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft
 Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
 And the language I speak is my mind
 Kingpin and Penguin combined
 Spit like it's King of the Dot
 A singular thought I think of would help you distinguish
 A brother far from the cream of the crop
 Wait a minute, hold up
 Like a flash card
 Damn dog, is that copyin', or payin' homage?
 It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
 My dad is your grandfather
 I have to rehatch on you
 Come back as black wasp
 Half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
 Sasquatch dancin' on top of a ant
 Trample it and stomp it, smash it and stand on it
 Dammit, I can't stop it
 The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch
 It's a manslaughter
 Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
 In fact you're exact opposites
 You make a wack song and can't hold a candle
 But even Daniel-san whacks off, you jack-offs
 Need to come to grips like a hand job
 The boom bap is back with an axe to mumble rap
 Lumberjack with a hacksaw
 Number one
 But my pencils are number two 'cause that's all I dos with 'em
 Poop is my pseudonym
 On the john like a prostitute when I droppin' a deuce and
 When I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
 These beats are like my saloons
 'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em
 And I don't need Metamucil to loosen them
 Bitch it is real like I pooped Jerusalem
 I'm 'bout to go spin another cocoon
 And I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb and I'm flushin' you