Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings
Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,
Got 35 up on that last kings tee
Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see
Kings covered in potassium it clings
He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence
But it seems like a scene outta flick
Jump posing a kong-fu kick,
When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free
Mofricka when i ghost this swayze, it's fu pay me
I mean that from the bottom of my heart
Dam i see my trust with him wait fu that last part
Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing
She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing
So i guess that's where i hide my things
That's where we claim the crown and say we kings
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