I'M THE KING OF RAP

 

Nah, a dollar might just fuck your main bitch that's just how I feel (Nah)

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Shoes, Louis, Prada, groupie blah blah

fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a Thug

Under pressure I don't sweat like my pores shut

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

You know its Black Thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

Street fighter ho, she had that Tiger upper cut

You no good like a stripper with a "A" cup

I'm boasting, throwing ton of bucks; my flowing holds a double cup

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

On twitter today / #ripping this fake

you got 3 votes by fake

Low income no bills getting paid

So when you hear me rappin' and see me ratatatating just bow,