Crown Of Thorns

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Princ3 The Kidd

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Yea I might be the prince
But I'm king of this shit
Hey EZ
Appreciate this beat
Yall don't want to get me started
Nah
You don't wanna fight
All up on the mic
Probably scratch and bite
Yea females all alike
Want to bitch and gripe live your fakest life
Don't believe your hype its better not to try
You the type of guy can't read or write
Think you bust a rhyme like you Busta Rhymes
Or Tech N9ne or the rap god
Why you act hard
I'm the heart throb get tha whole squad
I'm on top an you all talk
Ain't going to stop you want no part
I'm real as f*ck an you all fraud
Little Barbie doll since you standing tall Don't go darting off if you want to brawl
Or you need a bra
A Wonder bra or a shattered jaw
Cause you such a bitch I'm gonna call you dog
Pull ya tampon out your little WAP
Punk bitch fucking little twat
When I go off got the scalpel drawn
Surgical when I rap my thoughts
In a post box like a post op
Make you close shop sew your mouth shut My patience gone but the anger on
Get slept quick got you nodding off
I'm So sick like a chronic cough
Got A death wish while you talkin tough
Got a mental buzz what the pencil does
Get your temple stuck I run a muck
I'm number one an I bring the gust
I never needed no fucking crutch
Should I lighten up like lightning does
Not a lightning bug give a flying f*ck
I light them up if they press their luck
Ha guess who
A out time for me to let loose
And I ain't calling no truce
I'm going to let it do what it do
This beat getting ate up
Now wake up It's about time to spit it again
With Princ3 The Kidd getting under your skin
This Princ3 The Kidd am I under your skin
Keep a pistol tucked in my denim trunks
Make you bite dust comin out the cut
When the semi punch turn you into mush
Sounding like a drum till an empty gun
Spew more gas than a Exxon or a Chevron or a quick stop
At your mom an pops
I'm just topping off here to wreck songs
Think that I'm stop then you dead wrong
No respect shown with a different tone
In the studio all in my zone
This Princ3 The Kidd an this my thrown
All that shit you say yea it's all lies
Always looking down never eye to eye
While you tucking tail cause you gonna cry
Yea You run and hide like a hundred times
Times a hundred times cause you under fire
Strap your shoes up tie them bitches tight
Afternoon delight But you thuggish right
Cause you hustle dimes and you f*ck around
I'm just in time we are not alike
I'm tha sharpest knife
With a needle spike
Got an evil mind with an eagles sight
When I crossed the T's and I dot the I's
An this is how you die verbal homicide
Serve it Sunnyside Like an early rise
Man you sweet as pie
An I'm certified none worse than I'm
Surge my appetite no mercy mind
Yea You heard it right
My crowns made of thorns
I'm all out my norm
Kicking the rawest form
Leaving you deformed
Rotten at my core this a perfect storm
When ya strike a cord at ya own accord
Ha guess who
A out time for me to let loose
And I ain't calling no truce
I'm going to let it do what it do
This beat getting ate up
Now wake up It's about time to spit it again
With Princ3 The Kidd getting under your skin
This Princ3 The Kidd am I under your skin
Dumbass you don't bust gats
Ain't no come back I'm a scumbag
My balls so big they got mud flaps
Bout to unpack on this young lass
Make ya lungs crack with a deep gasp
Put you in a body bag
With a soft jab get a toe tag
You don't want that you got no class
I can see straight through your whole act
On each track I speak facts
If you want to problem I can be that
Get your skull cracked Like Hulk smash
An when the beat slap I snap
If your talkin bout me
I make the streets clap
Where ya Kneecaps get blown back
In the deep grass
Ain't no free pass pray to Jesus
It's going to be bad
Motherfucker You ain't built for war
You don't want no more
Showing no remorse as I flow tha torch
Got a pitch fork to pull out tha corpse
Better pray to lord like your reborn
Cause my crown of thorns
It's been battle worn
With my demon horns
And my battle sword
I don't gamble scores
You an armature
I just handle you like a scrabble board
Leave ya body on the chapel floor
This Princ3 The Kidd ain't gon say no more
Ha guess who
A out time for me to let loose
And I ain't calling no truce
I'm going to let it do what it do
This beat getting ate up
Now wake up It's about time to spit it again
With Princ3 The Kidd getting under your skin
This Princ3 The Kidd am I under your skin

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