Kingdom of the Coroner

Lyrics

[Chorus] "The King!" "The King of Connecticut!" "Call the coroner!" "The King!" "The King of Connecticut!" "Call the coroner!" [Verse 1] King Kong, muscle bound, meat head bully With a black hoodie, all of my enemies mad pussy! Fact spitter, back splitter, AP get the money You rappers is funny, leave you blacked out and bloody! Obliterate the brain like - Blublublublublub!!! - Deaded! Bitches gettin' thicker, but their abs get shredded That's protein, squats, deadlifts, bat shots Box gap, cocked back, watch it on the laptop Stay comin' down a block, base settin' off alarms Face sweatin' like a Specialist with seconds on the bomb Like, "Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!" Everybody duck! They always tell me to chill but I never gave a fuck! Got a temper like a nuclear reactor that's fractured Only give my name and my rank, when I get captured Leave me black and blue, or bruised and battered But I never gave a shit about shit that never mattered I'm top tier, boomerang, bounce back, resilient And when I'm not killin' it, shit I'm just chillin' Boss level ox cable cutter, this is my shit Grab chicks privates, like bloodthirsty pirates [Chorus:] "The King!" "The King of Connecticut!" "Call the coroner!" "The King!" "The King of Connecticut!" "Call the coroner!" "The King!" "The King of Connecticut!" "Call the coroner!" "The King!" "Call the coroner!" [Verse 2] I never was a stick up kid, a chain snatched I just play cassettes so much, the tape snapped Not playin', when I'm saying, "That I go way back" Like jumping off a castle wall into a haystack Stop time, spin around in the air, dodge slugs Catch me flyin' through the sky on, oriental rugs Like Arabian Nights, I turn your cranium to ice My DNA, it's not of homosapien type That radiation device, go fuckin' crazy and spikes When I walk in stadiums, and start slayin' these mics You better pray for your life, you better drop to your knees I show sympathy for humans, but not to emcees I'm a T-1000, I'm a predator huntin' Lockin' motherfuckers up in the Connecticut dungeon Bringin' biblical plagues to start affectin' the crops Time's up, motherfuckers, better check your watch, it go!