Hijack The Throne

Got a pistol on my side, watch the metal gleam

Bouncing bullets off you like a fuckin’ pinball machine

Yo ass got wasted, shot you straight in the spleen

Hide your body in a ditch, then I flee the scene

I got murderous intent, these bars are my weapons

Craft my lines, I outshine, every session's a lesson

Hunt the beat, I defeat, it’s an growing progression

I’m a serial killer, pure aggression, no question

Boutta cause a storm, these bars shake the walls

I’m a gangsta in the system, I leave my opps appalled

Finna lyrically kill you, flippin’ you through the halls

Beat your ass like a bitch, and leave your girl enthralled

I pop prescription pills, but I don’t got an addiction

That’s why I hit bongs every day in the kitchen

I got a message for you, pussy, you better listen

Cause I’m boutta rip you apart like a supervillain

 

You messed with the wrong thug, you can’t return home

I’m taking over the world, boutta hijack the throne

Mess with my domain, and this grenade will be thrown

That’s what you get for stepping into my zone

You messed with the wrong thug, you can’t return home

I’m taking over the world, I’m boutta hijack the throne

Mess with my domain, and this grenade will be thrown

That’s what you get for stepping into my zone

 

This shit is life or death, this ain’t no video game

Oppas shooting at me, but they have garbage aim

I massacre their squad, then I take their remains

Cut ‘em into small pieces, and flush ‘em down the drain

I’m a hired killer, destruction is my nature

I’m stocked with loads of weapons, poison in every flavor

Gonna make you call me “dad” like I’m Darth Vader

Cause I’m a menace with this pencil and paper

I spit bars that'll split hearts, like cyanide

An assassin with passion, bitch, I never hide

I’m a licensed hitman, yeah, I’m verified

It’s time for ultimate mayhem, so bitch, step aside

This flame’s growing bigger, like a fucking boner

I leave you shattered with the pattern, you’re a loner

If I sliced myself in half, you’d still be lower

I’m running this rap shit, I’m the owner

 

You messed with the wrong thug, you can’t return home

I’m taking over the world, boutta hijack the throne

Mess with my domain, and this grenade will be thrown

That’s what you get for stepping into my zone

You messed with the wrong thug, you can’t return home

I’m taking over the world, I’m boutta hijack the throne

Mess with my domain, and this grenade will be thrown

That’s what you get for stepping into my zone

 

You call yourself a gangster, but you ain’t got bodies

You ain’t never done a raid, you ain’t fucked no hotties

I’m a legitimate mobster, that’s why I get shawties

These bitches flock to me, like a horde of zombies

But I don’t drive them away, I don’t pull out my gun

I let ‘em in my house, and fuck ‘em one by one

Reveal my 9 incher, and they become stunned

Then I wreck their pussies, and demolish their buns

After I finish, I send all of the females back

Grab my pencil and paper, plan my next attack

Like you have no spine, I’ve got you taken aback

That’s what a motherfucker gets for talking smack

These bars boutta ignite, I leave you charred in the light

I’m adding fuel to this fight, enemies scarred on my sight

Dropping flammable rhymes, cause these are bombs in disguise

Prepare for your demise, I’ll watch you fall as I rise

 

You messed with the wrong thug, you can’t return home

I’m taking over the world, boutta hijack the throne

Mess with my domain, and this grenade will be thrown

That’s what you get for stepping into my zone

You messed with the wrong thug, you can’t return home

I’m taking over the world, I’m boutta hijack the throne

Mess with my domain, and this grenade will be thrown

That’s what you get for stepping into my zone