(INTRO) - The true kings jus walk up 2 the mic & grab it/ cuz spittin fire isn't just a bad habbit/ like the hamburgers they serve that you jus gotta have it/ like astronauts blastin' off..off 2 other planets...waskly wabbits- -{BEGINING OF CHORUS}- "These kids nowadays are so enslaved, mind so depraved/ spend their time goin'..goin 2 raves/ not even old enough 2 shave/ but they know every planets name in outter space/ "OUTTER SPACE !?"-- but outter space is fake"..."wait,wait..Waaait..what about all the pictures NASA takes?!?!"..Master..masterbate-{END OF CHORUS}....{1st VERSE}- I wanted 2 create a rap song,a fat track mom/ that slaps long, into the nights black omm/- knee- sense of the all in 1/ bout 2 swallow my tongue, if the hollows from guns/ hollows my lungs, almost I'm done/ but before we go I gotta smash this one/..out the park, a thousand yards/ this ain't no Mm-Mario carts, but I got Bow-Bowser bars/ drivin' cross the country with a pound of tar/ til someone's guns done blazin' down this house of cards/ ( house a' caaaardz)& if I disappear then sound the alarms/ either my body's floatin' in a river or found & unharmed/ down at flat earth farms, trimmin that bush/ (he been trimmin' dat bush yo)competing for that green leaf ,winning dat koosh/ visions been shooshed/ & my hearings been gettin' blind sided/ like the rimes I've been writin'/ (he done been writtin') spittin' lines inspired by fire & lightnin'/ cut the day in half, & divided the night in/- to 2 parts, old half visible ,,,,& the new dark/ cruzin' in a blue car with my crew starved/ (we staaarvin') lookin 4 zanny's, but settle for booze-parr/ gotta short fuze, deck fulla' loose cards/ deck fullaa..loose cardsss--{LAST VERSE} They keep askin'.." Well, what about the pictures that NASA takes!?"/ while I laugh and straight, continue 2 masterbate/ when, I'm ex-ass-burger-paraded, the language you can't understand makes/ you think the earth's an elliptical sphere-oy'd/ but the shits more like a pan cake/ you hypocriticaly weird boy/ but you better get your shit in gear boy/ the anti-see-dent for gas pressures not a mere ploy/ & barriers, solid containers are you aware of this/ the wheels in the sky keep turnin'/(every season, turn..turn..turn)..chariots/ it's gettin' hilarious, see-gee-eyes been nefarious/ the new year begins on 3,22, where the Airies is/ but you smokin dick dust ,where the fairies is/ I'm sairy- is, the True Kings is very pissed/ fairytales that you fan boys is married with/ take your hands outtchya' pockets, palms is 2 hairy kid....( 2 hairy...tooooo hairy 2 hide)... we very supplied/ with military knives/ blow your spinnin' cherry balls to the high.....heavens...heathens...brethren...seeblings...{ OUTRO}- Sooo...if.. you liked this song, (liked dis song)go , go sing along/ ( swing that dong)or keep yer hands in your pockets/ open up your optics, it's gettin' toxic.. spitting logic..Level heads off their rockets..rockers.stop it..mic drop..shit-hands in pockets
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