Blood on the Crown

Lyrics

[Intro] All around the world Ha, nah-nah-nah, that's what they said Come on, bring it nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah [Verse 1] 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 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] 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 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 [Verse 2] Go find somebody weaker to dump on I'll write a verse in 5 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 re-enactment 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 merk your kin folk, so there's no one left to print your R.I.P. shirts [Chorus] 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 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 [Verse 3] You wrote but I wrote more, if you steal from my quote store I'll bust through your door swinging a boat ore I'm awfully making every image a part of me I ought to be rewarded for verbal cinematography I took the phrase you taught and made it a book 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 their grandma's couch How your dome feel when my word vacuum spin it Picture a bag on your head with a raccoon in it No force that you could build up can 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