This is a song about "Slayer"

Verse 1 (great da king slayer):

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Yo i ain't a king slayer, yeah i'm a star slayer,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Young nigga's call it slayer. im drinkin out my cup with gin, i'll eat later

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

A slayer more optimistic but one word will turn me ballistic

Hosted by great the king slayer, and it's kickin',

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

I get gritty on wax like record players- i'm the slayer of that kind

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

The roads of the slayer are all getting nearer