I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat
Shit this rap is so great, great the king slayer cant compete,
And it smells like burger king.
Which means she ain't never hear nothing
Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that
As i was sayin im the king of this rap shit
Money fast like eminem's rap
Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that
As i end my rap, i showed u whos the king,
Wait, now it's about eight something
But now i got a problem with that little white rock
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk
'cause i'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown
Rap king is invited for being a king of china town,
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