I am on the phone
Never put me on hold
Only put me on the throne
That’s where i be-long
Hold up, like a lighter at a concert
Let’s get this straight, i am the boss sir
When i walk in the room, calm down, don’t be such a mobster
Take that energy somewhere else you monster
Look at your face it’s red and telling nothing but bull
Shitty liar, telling everyone you finer than a fine diner
What do ya got no brains passed the bone? nothing but skull?
That’s what i’ll call this pop when i shove up your #ss, a butt-sicle
…throne
…sing
…hold
…king
I am on the – throne
I know i can’t – sing
So notes i don’t – hold
But i’m still the – king
Underground rappers talking like they above it all;
Rapping about the haters as if they love them all
So caught up in the season of lying, don’t be so fall
Someday it’s bound to happen to only me, i’m know it all
Is this too complex like a magazine ya can’t follow?
You people are so dumb trying to twist off a non twist-off bottle
Your like a stone rolling down a hill, constantly falling
Time to drop out the game cause i hear heaven calling your name
With me in it, i’m just like a toilet without pee in it now
Cause when i’m on the mic i flush all them f#cking sh#ts down
This cast’ll be thrown and i’ll roll all these damn fish up now;
So where’s my castle, my royal throne, and my big crown
I am on the…
I know i can’t…
So notes i don’t…
But i’m still the…
I am on the throne
I know i can’t sing
So notes i don’t hold
But i’m still the king
Oh no, you didn’t (x2)
I said oh no, you didn’t (x2)
Just talk to me like that!
Trying to get smacked across the back of the head? like *bap!*
Fall on your #ss, cause of that, people’ll think you’re taking a f#cking nap
Go through your knapsack, and take money that you don’t have
This part sounds bad only cause i’m mimicking how you rap
Like calm down, what are you so angry for?
You’re not? then what do you look pasty for?
Why don’t you look up to me, what take me for?
All i do is attack other rappers; that’s what the game is for?
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