* If such a thing exists as being such a king as this  Sluts pucker up, to kiss the ring and fist  The rhyming vet, the livest yet  drop fly shit like a G-4 private jet  Bet you get more than grazed by the nine  Layed by the side  Oh you out of bullets? Here, take some of mine  And clowns hate how I lock this down  If they think I'm obnoxious now, wait til I pop Cristal  Got one need, to just smoke out  but if your weed's got one seed, the shit don't count  Dog, you don't want us running home.   You don't want it Holmes. If you a 'G'  You as silent as the one in front of Gnome  And you can love me, or you can judge me  But dissin me's like, Beetlejuice in a cape, Super Ugly  Trust me, I'ma shit on my foes  And sit on my throne  So hop off my dick and get on your own    (hook x's 2)  O-H-I-O, no place like home  Everywhere I go, I relocate my throne  Roll it up. Light it up. Fire it up  Bring a bitch to the telly and get high as fuck    Schatz got me upchuckin in a cut buzzin  Might spit about the same shit, but then again  Who the fuck doesn't?!?!  When writers fed, bite his lead, or we can fight instead  And fuck a can, we open whoop ass by the keg  Tell your boys to get your lame crest on  Wanna rip together? Y'all can share the same headstone  And it's rarely ever that I bury pairs together  But I'm ruthless.   I did it with ease like Jerry Heller  So if you mention me,   you fairies better levitate or jump a fence from me  Seven eight's a heavyweight, like pregnancy  And you can die in a coupe with dark tint  COPY! Shoot the sky til the moon is dark red  STOP ME! You could try, but I move at mach 10  WATCH ME! Superfly from the booth like Clark Kent  COPY! Doctor Strange when I'm on the ???  The vets I roll with will put your dogs to sleep  Puff five blunts straight to the brain  Jakki's got one five one through a pump straight to the vein  Sights a bit wrecked.   I ain't even light the spliff yet   and already my eyes are bloodshot like a crips set    (hook x's 2)    Y'all cats ain't never gonna advance, I'm big headed  Got an even bigger ego for the one in my pants  Lames hurtin.   I aim perfect for opponent's heads  Still in charge like a cordless phone is dead  Only writin four bar verses now. REASON??  Can't get past the fifth line without the crowd screamin  Y'all don't rhyme, y'all bitch. Dick in mouth even  Only time y'all spit's when you spittin out semen  Hope you're ready bastards,   my prose already classic  And like laffy taffy I got a joke on every rapper  You hold your own? NO YOU DON'T  I'll let you shit first, when I start shittin the toilet overflows  And I ain't quittin six four, dyin hittin chicks raw  In the Hyatt on the fifth floor with her hymen splittin  So bet the money you got MY ALBUM'S LIKE HELL!  You don't know when it's comin but you know it's gonna be hot    (hook x's 2)