Corrupted Monarchy - Intellectual

[Verse 1: BiggiButter]

Budda beats is better beats

Stop playin games and put on cleats

You lie to her she gonna cheat

A nigga so fast for a feat

But on a single no receipt

Y’all tryna cut shit really deep

That hill y’all climbing really steep

These bars way too fire

You can call this shit summer heat

Better wear proper attire

I wasn’t born for this

I’m still 22 times better

Then every single one of you niggas

That try to grate big Cheddar

Cra_zzy0 say he’s better

But he’s a fuckin liar

Bumper too close to the ground

He gon’ need new fuckin tires

Know what

Y’all all liars

And I mean that with a million

Now scratch that

I mean that with a 1.3 billion

Cuz i’m bouta drop a bomb

And that shits gonna blow

And I’m bouta pull the pin, but before I let go

[Verse 2: BiggiButter]

Why y’all think I took myself right out the competition?

That’s because I wanted it to stay a competition

Lonely I peak the podium single best addition

That’s why I am Rudolf and y’all Dancer, Prancer Blixen

I be roamin round, Master Balls, catchin all the Vixens

Can’t keep up with me, take him to Turtle School and then speed blitz ‘em

Names a Monkeys Paw

Never say you better than me

Cuz niggas put that on they momma, Oh but now they momma dead, ya see?

Don’t want a freebie, that’s a piteous action to take

Cuz I put work in, my low lows dwarf your peaks all day

Now I know y’all niggas frowning

Y’all was taunting so I walked up and stole y’all niggas crowns and y’all gowns and

I know y’all want em back

I'm willing to retract

But know this before I let go

[Verse 3: BiggiButter]

A King ain't a King cause he walk around with bling

Or he get himself a crown

Or he get himself a gown

Imma sit yall dittos down

And claim that title

See, a true king, ain't a king , because he projects the front of being such

Or because he's infatuated with his own strength

A king devotes himself, to the growth of those who are weak

A king loves to see the creativity of his people thrive

[Verse 4: BiggiButter]

Yaint the king delusion heavy bitches shot by cupid

There's like five a yall you either confident or stupid

Niggas talk like Nickeh30

Better off just poppin perkys

Yall gon fortnite squad-up search for butter say I get em I got em

I know yall singin about me

Dyin a thrist for these items yall claim

Honestly look at me sane and tell me yall ain't the same

Suckin off one nigga past due come up for air

Don't you dare

Cosplaying animal farm

Or Macbeth

Romeo and Juliet

Copycats got no respect

Praise the Lord my needs are met

Edgar Allen Tragedy

Cuz when you niggas fast asleep

I’ll flip the bed on top ya sheets

A new flow with a Yoncé beat

Niggas claimin’ my name, You’re the problem

Get my name out yo mouth what’s mine ain’t ours!

KDot interpolations, neutralize the situation like

Fuck the lava

Fuck the arrows

Fuck the webs and fuck the barrels

Fuck the script and fuck ya bitch

Turn around and snap the pick

No more events

I don't repent

I load up the 9, and air this shit

(Pause)

And if you ease up on the game

You gon’ fumble all yo soul

We gon’ call this shit The Prenup