This is a song about "The lich kings"

Can't bear the sight of kings on my chest, it's not too swell

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

I was born to do the damn thing

Quickly kneel down to strictly kings of shit, the grim logic

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Your raps ain't got shit on half what the kings written

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