Animals PT. 2 (Eminem & JID)

[Intro: Asa]
Yeah, Asa

[Verse 1: Asa]
We animals!
Grippin' on a Nine
This bullet and your mind fit together fine
It'll coincide, It'll go inside
When they both combined, it blew ya mind
They're indigo and cyan!
How wild that I outwit and wow with an underwhelming written
And I'm barely trying
And they all in their prime
Chem trails; Kill 'em with the lines, killer in disguise
I've a tally of fatalities, it's a tale they ain't tellin'
The agility is gonna be takin' 'em out, I'm going to be going apeshit with these
Bringing him up? Bringin' 'em out, talkin' about the blades that I swing!
Not gonna be ready for the motherfuckers that want it
I'm gonna pop at you, a semi is gonna come at opponents
And I'll be sockin' it to anyone that want it, they won't
It be that Percy Shelly; they don't wanna fuck with the poet
It's an instant decision, so it fits
When I say they're getting their shit split
The misfit is incinerating his bridges
My britches don't fit
Tsk, tsk, I'm ticked, tick, tick, tick, tick, the time bomb!
My clique click click get kissed by my gun
Get dissed and disfigured and die young
Keep distance, descendants will die also
Cognitive dissonance imminent, my god!
Me, Casper, Six and Kirk
You cats get kicked to curb
A casket can occur
When massacres incurred and masochists concur
Like having Sam Kinison as a passenger
You crash and then you burn!
You pass like Kissinger
Like passing germs when kissing, that's how sick you were
We cad; A catalyst to cataclysm and we worshipped
Catholic catechism can confirm!

[Verse 2: K.I.D. Casper]
(Needs to be transcribed)

[Verse 3: Kirk Jr]
Gimme a rhythm and a beat
We squeeze, release syllables then refill 'em and repeat
Niggas, we fill 'em with defeat
Killa bee from Texas, he kill 'em with the heat
Pick you off and quick to pick up a profit
When pickin' a pocket like I'm a villain or a thief
And the pen got a vendetta (Uh), You'll be dead by the fifth letter (Uh)
'Cause we killin' 'em with ease (Yeah)
And you hoes ain't stopping us
'Cause the flow on the fo', poshterous
Hoe stop or you won't prosper
If y'all more popular pole poppin' ya populous (Hoe)
They stay dodgin' us, they think they doggin' us
Takin' points, they dockin' us
Got the bars on lock like dog kennels
'Cause we got that dog in us
Now it's time to get rid of you
The pen is full, finna cock it and finish you
It talk like an interview
The Glock is mockin' Lil Zoo
'Cause it be poppin' in intervals
My literal job's to mock and belittle you when in the booth
Not a squad you can fit into
Ain't talkin' befriending you
When I show you fuck niggas around like y'all the new kid in school
Baow!
And y'all finna get the bull
Growl!
You talkin' to animals
But put 'em down like we Doctor Dolittle too
But to you fools we are not too hospitable
Bitch, I'm like Doctor Seuss if he had a Glock and a rug'
Whenever I'm hoppin' up in the stu'
And y'all shoulda admitted me I'm known to hurt you
Dog, y'all know I been the truth

[Verse 4: DOWN6]
What you thinking of the mothafucka ready with the medicine
Acenemetaphins up in the body when a sedative
A sinner fill the villain with a lot fuckin narratives
I had to pick a cadence when I'm clocking all the benefits
I'm in the gutter with common curtesy grooving
I'm losing 'em undacover, the silhouette kinda fluid
Incinerate 'em and take the finish, hater restating the vision
Live in the honor of anyone taking the life of the mission
Grave-digga back, main figures crack
Dangerously kill with Asa, center mass
On the pavement, decapitation of a track
No-one saving, dominant nations had to lash
You finna suffer the penalty of the truth
And I gotta be someone's enemy, dead MC in the booth
And I vocally be defending artillery in a group
In the summon, I make 'em panic, I fill 'em until they boof
And I'm fucking up mothafucka's like it's Halloween night
Boutta be right when I aid to the price of the crime
Smoking a pipe, taking the bud and then I grind it precise
I had to beat 'em to the punch and burn a billion lives
Don't wanna gut the fucka, 'til what I got is mine
Humble the mobs of others shameful, unlawful sight
Open then cross the line, fumble then rot, the flies
Multiplied within the tomb, I'm rising from the grave
Sick of the molten cover, run with the cult then suffer
Copper to gold like lovers, I'm finna motion others
I'm in a mode that's hovered, calling me goat, don't stutter
Chopping that mothafucka's countless days, they shutter
When I'm in the cemetery tryna make a motive
That be holding everybody in the god damn mist
Lemme sit through at the bottom of commotion
When the villain wanna step with a mob, they sick
Jogging across and I'm dodging the pride
Dominant dust don't dash, dim a sinner with lights
I'm finna be duckin' all the sucka's that will step in the place
Sever the saint, same day. send it sicker, I save
The place of internal values, volume came with visions
I been vividly wicked on vicious missions
I was timidly ticking on top. I'm tipping
The proximity lost within proper pimping
I was loaded heavy in chevys, I gotta machete
They talking to make a profit, I'm smoking it kinda plenty
I burn 'em and then I terminate anyone for the Reggie
I herd 'em and up the murder rate, kill 'em off with the semi
I'm brutal within the pocket, a ghost like I'm a Casper
Tha rapture isn't gon' happen, filled with laughter
Pastors sending they wishes to make your past burn
Submitting to the overload, minimum to a master
Shoutout to Twisted and SPLXT for they killing spree
Feel like I'm in ninety-nine with no simple scheme
Learning how to measure the sipping within the fuckin' party
Civilly I'm ripping infinite, follow any dreams
Fucking up brutal enemies, come and get it
Pushing to the pressure, I pin 'em then I fell a feign
Hundred percent I'ma killa, bending beats
I'm locally a legend, I burn 'em within a better scheme
Hoe with a custodian guts, roll but I must fold what they touch
Show with no rust, glow to the trust, mold finna numb, gold? what a crutch
Dominating everything, a choppa came to sin a bit, I froze and they lust
Goat finna dust hoping they gun, chose how they run, dope with the funds
Rope in then lunge, open the cuts, bro hit a lung, pro get a son
Hella pitiful, I'm ready for the face of termination in the booth inventing...
No brain in a red state, loop beginnings
Choke governors blue for the turn, I'm winning
Of course I ain't do that shit for real, but get me
I vocalize a brutal killing to the opposite hitting
I fucking doubt I make you different but I'm humble and fitting
I take 'em down into the grave and dig a tunnel for bidding
A TEC with bullets in the chamber, little fuckers aren't pinning this on me
Should've thought it out, this raw beef so costly
Move like zombies, it's so desolate up in the posse
On a god streak, toke the ashes, like it's Pompeii
What it cost me, turning a victim later to the lost heat
Sick in pits of vapor with a broad scene
Lick on the blunt, Tabaco in this moss leaf
I'm sick of the mothafucka's that be hoping for the lyrical ability but never step into the ring and feel the Six
Lukewarm rhythm gone in a field of-
When I get 'em through the gossip, chop kinda infinite, I reveal in the mist
A mudded brother tryna innovate, belittling this, riddle attack every pact
I'm contracting the brass from the cranium fast
I make you mothafucka's dead the minute I crashed
Minimal tracks, taking a break, the blade and bottle will last
I'm with a cast of mothafucka's that will murder and lash
I summon the gun, I come with the stamina, govern the fucka that hoping the gnash
On the organs of the brother that be stepping to the motha of this
Running from the wrecking of the body and the bud'll finish
Anything I'm feeling in the mind, I been the one discovered
Sever to intimidate a mothafucka benefiting
One of you other brothers that be listening
Hit my links and take a minute just to binge
Hollow tip inside the brain, a faded sin
This game seem to pay to win, incased in pace, defend with
Kirk and Asa, laced with percs, I jump out the cage and face revenge
I dump in the grave and save the soul then make amends
I sever then rage again
I'm taking a minimal confident chopper, I'm fucking 'em up in the grave in apocalypse
Honor wit so modest, I'm popping 'em with a proper fix, I peal 'em at the pinnacle
Pimping 'em with a pot to piss, I'm probably a poison, I pin 'em against a proclaiment. the pocket of the person that squeeze 'em out like a condiment
Feel the freezing, finna be funneling to the folk
And the fumble that beat the friendly ol' rhythm until they froze
And the freedom is ending, get 'em on speed and then I be low
And I'm sick of the fuckin animals, cemetery I stroll