Riddle me this tell me what do you think, when you see the King Ginger with a full head of steam, what goes through your head makes you wanna pull it I mean what are you thinkin I don’t mean all the bullets. See KG looks nice and weak and he don’t look angry and he’s relaxed all the time without a care or a worry but dive a little deeper there’s more to the story theres a capability he harnesses he gets wordy he’ll put you to sleep send you to your glory.
One strike from KG lights out, you’re erased, Ginger leaves not a soul, just a name out of place.
You should really be glad that I don’t harness anger. You don’t want it with me. Im sure as hell not the stranger, my whits like I’m packing heat. You know there’s one in the chamber. You won’t roll at my speed, putting yourself in grave danger. Pray to the god you believe, that baby in a manger, you’ll wake up from this dream, but it’s your life a nightmare. Don’t fuck with the Ginger King, he don’t give a shit he don’t care, where you from you going, nada zilch zero nowhere.
KG swings once, your whole legacy’s gone,
don’t write diss tracks, just write your swan song.
Whit Cuts with precision exact surgical, down to layers so deep that it injures your soul, there’ll be no chance to survive it know it’s gonna be terminal no one wants you alive they don’t care for your rhymes they know you don’t roughride, you don’t respect your betters or the ones by your side lyrically killin you won’t even be a long stride be like flushin the toilet wave to the turd say good bye.
Step wrong to KG your last breath hits the floor, Soulless Ginger don’t start wars, but he will ends yours.
You inject your opinions thinkin you have the answers then my whit quick deflects lies like a professional lancer, you’re a disease that’ll kill a stage 4 terminal cancer so we eradicate your lineage you and all your ancestors. You won’t ever exist not in history or trivia answers. And everyone will forget they’ll ask why no one was fightin the Ginger???
Crowd Leader: “WHO’S THE KING?”
Crowd: “GINGER KING!”
Crowd Leader: “WHAT’S HE BRING?”
Crowd: “DEATH IN THE RING!”
Crowd Leader: “COUNT IT DOWN—”
Crowd + Beat Drop: “THREE… TWO… ONE!”
KG or Goody rainin hell and you’re all out of plays, you’re on the weekly shitlist and you got the wrong day.
This beat down can’t go on any longer now can it? my whits drawn too much blood got em all in a panic, the happiness and fun is all dehydrated famished, Everyone’s down cryin sad depressed head down screaming dammit, not like the fun we had on Sunday when we planned it, that’s what happens when it’s just another Monday that’s manic.
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