Crown Me
• Written by CryGene
Recording:View Fullscreen
Lyrics:
Yo
Let's get it
When it comes to rappin hoes, my microphone will slaughter em
All you bitches lacking flows just like a broken water main
Punchlines I'm packing those, undoubtedly lotta of em
Fun time I smack em boys, strike a blow and knock em dead
I'm chopping their top half like a T and O map
I ain't touch their private like the porn video stash
I'm just heading off humiliation niggas better hold back
Now I got you belted up, bogged down, pigeonholed ass- hole
I'ma bout to blow you like a fuckin hand cannon
Bearing off you peeps like the muhfuckin backgammon
Losers withe L-plate I'ma push you off the rap wagon
And make sure you can't finish the game like Jack Allen
Damn man, you guys flow typical
I picture you like Cobain's head, hieroglyphical-
Suicide, killing the alphabet, this skill is so adequate
Death'll be your peace, symbolism, like sigil of baphomet
Ever since I stepped in been compromising my misery
James Monroe, they gon choose me like Donald over Hillary
My mind is so sharp I'm liable to cause a lotta injuries
Your shit is as plain as the nose on your face, Marvalo of Slytherin
Bitch you suck so much you need endless rap lessons
When I pick at you I'ma get you by the balls Ash Ketchum
Incredible methods you can never access em
Now before I go lemme bless this last seconds
These verses hit you like hockey puck you can't fuck with me lyrically
Even this shit was like Oculus you fuckers still couldn't mirror me
I see you hating you bick with us, word for the wise or I go hurting your pride coming with the curtain supplies I'ma blow you to smithereens
Lyrical Einstein, intellect in this cranium
Is beyond your comprehension like sesquipedalian
Handling these Snowballs and Icicles better than Jack Frost
Ain't nobody gonna buss your record until you die, black box
