This is a song about "Evilness without swearing ring"

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Who think that swearing is the best weapon.

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Now i spit shit like ali to make the knockout bell ring,

But i never stopped swearing so i'm sorry for the wearing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I'm the king of evilness, pain and maul

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Like mike tyson when he steps into the ring

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Choosing my rhymes layering my lines swearing at all times carrying nines/

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Although he takes the swearing olympics trophy