Eminem – Caterpillar Song Lyrics
About Eminem: Marshall Bruce Mathers III (born October 17, 1972), known professionally as Eminem (/ˌɛmɪˈnɛm/; often stylized as EMINƎM), is an American rapper, songwriter, record producer, record executive, and actor. He is consistently cited as one of the greatest and most influential artists of all time in any genre, with Rolling Stone ranking him 83rd on its list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time and labelling him the “King of Hip Hop”.
Featured Singers: Eminem, Royce da 5’9″, King Green
Lyrics:
You will not be able to stay home brotha
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 didn’t do this, where in the f*ck 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 slaughtered 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 rapper, 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 adequate 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 f*ckin’ lie
It’s nothing I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you praisin’ the butterfly
Don’t you ever disrespect the f*ckin’ 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 Atilla
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 tracks a banana peel, attack of the silverback gorilla
You’re havin’ a little trouble fathomin’ this is actually happenin’
Like Anderson Silva 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
If 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’d think I would help you distinguish
A brother 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 can’t stop goin’ in like a tampon in this bitch
It’s is 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 wax 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 do 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 then I’m flushin’ you