Writer's Block

[Intro: Eminem]
Yeah, I don’t know what else to say
I can’t, I can’t think of nothing, I’m stumped
Here we go! On your feet, stand up, everybody hands up
Uh, man, I don't know man, every time I go to think of something played out to say, you already said it!

[Verse: Mr. Krane]
I ain't gotta be the finest in this [bad word] game,
I have started from the bottom, coming to the fame, [bad word] into your [bad word]  [bad word] the haters in they [bad word] holes,
If I do not share my thoughts I'ma [bad word] ex-plode!
When I [bad word] my gun and pull the trigger run the jewels, boy,  [bad word] scared to deal with realest hitta, I annoy
Realest of the thuggas, I was born to do the damage, [bad word] 
Every time I spit a lyric look for bandages and stitches, 
I hope you know what in the [bad word] is going on when my crew gets in da club and turns a banger of the Luda-niac, 
The shooting guns and shouting [bad word] fill the dance floor of the Triple C, yeah, we do know how to [bad word] act!
It ain't hard to tell you all, dumb [bad word]  that everything we [bad word] do turns into [bad word] mayhem,
So we make lights go out and when the party's [bad word] over I start to hate 'em like the [bad word] Kenway the Haytham! 
I know you know I ain't gotta prove anything to anybody,
Cause you should know when I go berserk you will not find any body,
Decapitated, raped or simply wasted - [bad word]  you know I don't [bad word] care,
So what my records don't sell a lot? I don't [bad word] care!
Don't give a [bad word] about the sales, about the haters, about stupid [bad word] waiting for me to get [bad word] wasted,
When I get cash - I do it every day - you should pay me more [bad word] for your living or I [bad word] waste ya,
This ain't no [bad word] simple words, you, [bad word]  my [bad word] actions be speaking so much loud-err
That if you say "Thou shalt not kill" your Wilhelm' scream will be heard in Broward! [bad word]  I'm serious! I'm back forever! [bad word] you gonna say 'bout the hiatus?
I have suffered writer's block, you thought I was retiring,
Now I'm spewing hate to the haters, and you understand you're dead wrong,
Whisper in your ears? [bad word] that! After my raps you'll be dead and wrong!
Back to conquer earth, need to reach this [bad word] top five,
Pac and Biggie, rest in peace, then Shady, Meth and that guy,
Ready for whatever, getting older with that every lyric,
Do the hustle, do the damage, holla if ya [bad word] hear me!

[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
I've got Guccis on my feet, diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist, [bad word] on my [bad word]  but y'all already said that
Choppers in the trunk, models in the front
Bottles in the club, but I don't give a [bad word]  but y'all already said that

[Bridge: Eminem]
Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard for me
To come up with [bad word] to say, ay
I'm at a loss for words, cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm running outta clichés – I'm getting writers block, psyche!