Crown Of Thorns

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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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