[Intro: King Slaughter]

Yeah

What up, son?

Yeah

[Verse: King Slaughter]

This is the cream of the crop, I’m on top of dreams and I’m squashin’

Buryin’ bodies in circles in the ground, incinerate the lost

Play the games of life like huge O’s and a coupl’a crosses

Watch as they all fight ‘til they die in these 9 death boxes

We ain’t throw away no crosses, that’s too many of losses

So is it firin’ the holes or they goddamn bosses?

People gettin’ way too rowdy in Tudonian streets

So I call upon arms to come and steal they heartbeats

It’s heartbreakin’, I’m takin’ thеy shakin’ brains to the lake

To feed the fishеs, cuz fuckin’ bitches are anythin’ but great

Killer of fish of the sea, all of the birds and bees gone

I reel it in and relish, replenish, somethin’ to feed on

‘pprentices jealous of menaces who hide away in crevices

Parenthesis imperative, relative speech benefits

“Listen, your majesty, stop being so fuckin’ negative”

When shit gets competitive, that statement get repetitive

Come get it then, bruvva, if I’m sat on a high horse

I’m high up in the sky holdin’ a torch and some fireballs

See me from everywhere, cuzzin’, I’m omni-fuckin’-present

On the reverend’s list of heaven-kissed anti-fuckin’-depressants

On my terror shit, forever wit, I’m clever, bitch, terrorist

Whenever shit go south, Texan bitches guzzlin’ beverages

Never a kiss, unless it’s with the muzzle of my pistol

Nuzzle the brake to the nape, pull, shatter bitches like a crystal

Firin’ missiles from a whistle when I detonate nation

Writin’ rhymes on my throne like a bomb awaitin’ detonation

Nation of the brittle, a thistle in my situation

Regulate, exterminate, urinate on the population

My creation fierce, pierces through your damn news channel

Fourth branch of the tree, the bark an iron enamel

Sway in wind of misinformation, persuasion for respiration

Manipulatin’ imagination, and changes conversation

So Asians, Africans, Caucasians all face discrimination

Confrontation, the fuckin’ bitches give out an invitation

Common occasion, that’s why they in the red dot sight

Along with druggies, worthless bitches and the dead thot’s lie

Watch your six, I’ll break some bricks to take your chicks and bake the bitch

Makin’ flicks or bakin’ bricks, bitch take your pick, I break your wrists

Make the liquid drip, mistake you Carti pricks for some, competition, god

Opium hit the floor, like Eifell tower demolition job

I robbed your life, nah, you gambled it away

Actin’ like a hand of caravan’ll save the fuckin’ day

The Blacksmith, bitches and sisters are the red hot knife

I bend and burn for them to swerve into my Red Dot Sight, YEAH!