[Intro]

People just couldn’t accept the fact. It had to end. So maybe someday, to die. To be really dead, that must be glorious. To go on to a new life, without hanging around in these old bodies, caught up in immortality

Strange Famous

[Verse 1]

What up?

I invented ugly

I keep it all to myself

Nobody touch me

Strange Famous to the grave takes us buddy

Let’s make the hive look alive, I’m home, honey

(Yeah i’m a king bee)

(Buzz around your hive)

And through the winter I survive

With the family on my back

You gettin’ nickeled and dimed

Sign a manager for that

They must have crippled your pride

While they handle your task

You ass carry no, weight

They manufactured the swag

You passed, on some gimmicky

Critic pickin’ diminished shit [?]

Hipster backlash, the finicky middle-income kids

Love the hunting packs

And lash onto some ignorance

Ego tripping brats

They rap like they artistic

Suck my whizzle and shit

I seen a few talking slicker than the views

Word Associations cool

But don’t get made into fool

My dude, stay in school

And enjoy the ride cousin

And holla at the label

When you capable

Of saying something

(Yeah I’m a king bee)

(Buzz around your hive)

[Verse 2]

I don’t practice in the mirror

Don’t rap to a focus group

Don’t chase the moment, i’ll make the opposite, show it to you

Sucka a poet that’s what the fuck you supposed to do

You are in the footsteps of giants in the vocal booth

Running with the style like you surely own it

But you are not the father, Maury Povich (oh!)

I never let ‘em sponsor me with the expensive honesty

Never let ‘em censor me, or sense, that they accepted me

They don’t wanna grind out on the road like I do

They’d rather stay at home and hope to go viral

Drive [?] like machine parts of me left behind my

Years with my pairs and fuck it I feel fine

(Buzz around your hive)

(Yeah I’m a king bee)

Yeah, yeah i am

Ha ha ha ha ha

(Buzz around your hive)

They say you can judge a man by the company he keeps

So the name of my DJ is Buddy Peace

Did you see my honey? (Yeah)

Did you see my honey?

Yes sir!

(Yeah i’m a king bee)

(Yeah i’m a king bee)

[Phone Talking]

Drake

You got it goin’ on baby

You got those dick sucking lips

That hot yellow skin

That soft good hair

Oh yeah

I’d give it to you

I’d throw it at you

Then you’d throw it back and i would catch it with my ass cheeks

This is Ms. Nicolle Pride

And you are listening to House of Bees Vol. 2

[Outro]

Hey let this show go man I was enjoying it I was just identifying my presence

Uh mobile station check your mic cord you’re breaking up, uh, you’re barely understandable...