Down with the Krown

Lyrics

[Verse 1: UnderRated] We signed to the label cause Ivory and Zinger We never knew Brad D-Loc or Richter Respected the hustle 'cause they made it big But they treated the people around 'em like shit Pak and Richter were cool Tax and Lou they came around too But everyone else is as fake as their props Your suing the label because ya fell off And just to be honest the music is garbage, your lucky to have a career Nobody's checking for Kottonmouth Kings but look, the mighty Dirtball has appeared He came to save the day, bringing 'em back with a magic verse But he joined the band and ruined it all, just when you think it can't get any worse The truth hurts on top of that you guys are fucking racist Writing about slave owners on Facebook, that's how people get slapped tasteless Your lucky I'm hippy dude 'cause that was some fucked up shit to do Thinking we started the beef with the video, no that's not even close to true Tried to get along for years all they did was disrespect Talk shit behind our back, fucked up our biz they saw us as a threat Hating cause your insecure and your record sales are droppin' While the fat lady sings, I'm hammering nails in your coffin [Verse 2: 1 Ton] I don't video blog or get gangsta on the Internet I just write a song and make you bitches look like idiots I rap it how I live it something you ain't never seen before I'm reppin that real shit, you Chris Rock in CB4 How u call us posers when you a phony smoker? On the road for three months and not once hit the Dosia You forgot I know ya learned to smoke from a cop Your old ass is forty nine pretending to smoke pot Ya plants is all plastic an they matching with ya image Ya Hippycrit bastard ya rap career is finished You must be delirious ya really got some nerves Ya side kicks Hillarious a Loc from the burbs His rap is so horrendous that he's always scared to flow He turned down tommy lee he's missing out on hella dough Pacin back and forth, scared to bust a rap He knows his flows is trash and everybody thinks he's wack Ya engineer deserves a raise for all the cut and paste And why was Richter always rappin lyrics you forgot on stage Retire, walk away you a fraud and a fake You not a king you a customer, get the fuck up out my face I can flow for days about your ho ass ways And tell the world how u was hatin but its time to turn the page I'll never be a slave my fist, I'll fatten up ya lips You only wish you had the skills to write a rap as good as this