Lyrics:
bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed Ghost is intelligent
Made thirty offa Def Jam I was killing 'em
Did cash
The royal penis is clean your highness
Thank you, king shit
Yeah, motherfuckers, welcome to the United States of America
Time to roll out
bodies are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya fagots into
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
majesty
Hmm?
Can I kiss your hand?
Mmm-hmm
Enough
Come your highness, they await you
Well, it was one of those days, not much to do
I was chillin'
majesty
Hmm?
Can I kiss your hand?
Mmm-hmm
Enough
Come your highness, they await you
Well, it was one of those days, not much to do
I was chillin'
bitch
So I get it why you're triggered by my highness (highness)
'Cause I speak another language
Uh, I don't do it for the entertainment
I be way too
S-s-s-suckers try to faze him but D won't be fazed
So what's your name? D.M.C.! The King is me!
Your High-ness, or His Majesty!
Now you can debate,
the air
Highness
What is in my body girl is Hennessy,rozay
Oh my royal highness, big daddy wants to invest in you.
Plenty
Money in my pocket girl
at the showers with the knifers (ah)
P Murda 'bout two cells down, he real righteous
Respected by the one-to-one niggas to the lifers (ah)
We got niggas wearin'
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
rappin' broads
She sellin' straight up sex, by the sea shore
We bang beats from boogie down to BK, New York
I sport the finest of wears, your highness is
rude, boo, crabby like seafood
It turns me on like Vine's Cee Allah Rule
They call me Starky Love, hon', check the strategy
By any means, Shirley
rude, boo, crabby like seafood
It turns me on like Vine's Cee Allah Rule
They call me Starky Love, hon', check the strategy
By any means, Shirley
and out of your body, baby
Tell me that you've always been my fan
And everything you heard turned out so true
I'm kneeling by your body, baby
Kissing
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
still abandon spots
Sippin henny in the Bentley
Playing crash and cop
By the dollar daddy up my stash is stocked
Got him gaspin' steady asking
When
my arena let me show y'all who the highness is
You might say I could be doing something positive
Humble head down low and broke like promises
Soaking
Good woods only feelin' phony by my lonely
On a pony no homies only light being brodies
In a room surrounded by her chonies
She stay with me only
She
Good woods only feelin' phony by my lonely
On a pony no homies only light being brodies
In a room surrounded by her chonies
She stay with me only
She
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