Imma count to two and you’re going to bounce it to that
I got my knife out now my neighborhood still call me New Jack
I got up in the wrestling ring a neck with a tight firm grip
Top rope jumping, risk my life for my f#cking check
I’m the director call me Spielberg
I own the network, I do the real work, avid inventor
I’m pretty damn sure Imma c#m in your dental, make you smirk
You’re a nasty b#tch, half of this is just average sh#t
Cause if I was on top you best bet that I would be smashing sh#t
Donkey Kong, I’m thrashing sh#t
When Wormrot’s on I thrash a pit
And don’t you get your words wrong
You’re a rabbit eating cabbages
Saturday I had to get the laces right
Cause I’m not falling down
I’m chasing dreams, I’m gonna live my life
Get so f#cking mad and ruin the mood and probably ruin your night
Get so f#cking mad, I saw the moon and knew I’m doing fine
Don’t apologize
My hands up ’cause I like smacking dumbasses
That’s not a metaphor, if you’re stupid then Imma smack you
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Sideshow The King Lyrics – Corpus 2