Blood on the Crown

(Intro) All around the world, ha Na-na-na, that's what they said Come on, bring it na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na [K-Rino] Time to introduce the world, to the pandemic releaser Slide you decline you, cut you up like a Visa In dramatic fashion, cadavers in the attic stashing When I ring a rappers neck, it look like I be cabbage patching Ha after the whooping, I left a crook in the oven cooking I stole my own rhyme book, when I wasn't looking I found out, and the consequences were costly You shoulda saw what I did, to myself when I caught me They say I got better after 40 Boy you bout to get your ass whooped, like a male stripper at a bachelor party Obsessive compulsive disorder's, what it's seeming like Repetitive torture, I start over till I think it's right Think it's right (think it's right), think it's right ok now it's right Went from South Park to Antarctica, in a hour flight These boys dirty, they done broke too many laws Next year, these rappers gon' be on stage in skinny draws [Chorus - 2x] Now everybody is saying, they got the top spit Until I show up, and run em off of the block quick Face down on the ground, slugs all around Your favorite rapper was found, with blood on his crown [K-Rino] Go find somebody weaker to dump on I'll write a verse in five minutes, greater than a song you worked a month on I won't dump on you chump, unless you jump My paragraphs are tighter, than a blood pressure pump If you don't wanna mind, I'll force you I won't drag you across the ground, I'll drag the ground across you Describe every tribal move, I'll do Dial you to tell the time and place that I'll arrive to strike, and still surprise you You want a thesis from me, no problem increase the money Promise I'm not crazy, don't believe me ask the easter bunny They had me on wicked attraction, for attacking rappers I doubled back, and massacred the reenactment actors One of my favorite things, is bathing in laser beams Waking from crazy dreams, with scorpion stingers and raven wings So come and deal with me first After you I'll jerk your kin folk, so it's no one left to print your R.I.P. shirts [Chorus - 2x] [K-Rino] You wrote but I wrote more, if you steal from my quote store I'll bust through your door, swinging a boat ore I offily, making every image a part of me I ought to be rewarded, for verbal cinematography I took the phrase you taught, and made it abort Like a vegetablized brain, I never gave it a thought My payment was short, so I went and raided the vault I just wave, and it's considered aggravated assault I got lyricists breaking, while you twitching and shaking I develop photographs, before the pictures are taken Hungry rappers stand in line, when I hand bars out I got the whole game covered, like your grandma's couch How your dome feel, when my word vacuum spit Picture a bag on your head, with a raccoon in it No force that you could build up, could make my thoughts budge Taking dudes off the streets, like a child support judge (Outro) Aaaaah, it feels so good To know how much, it hurts you ha-ha