Hop in the backseat bitch, Hip-Hop is snoozing You want the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll learn You think you flame, you all the way suck, choke, burntīitch I'm on fire like holiday nuts, holding firm Game, I'll make that place your home, like the Sons of Mumford did You build a house of hate around what I have brung to this You're welcome, now take that petty diss and run with itįuck around and I'll surround you like circumferences There's only one Michael Wayne, there's only one KleverĪsk for the other white boy from Gadsden (pst), whatever You'll be running, trying to escape what's comingīut the exits blocked, you're fucked, oh to be a woman You willing to bet, I'll make a splash like pot-holesĪfter it rains, with your name just like a snot nose You feeling yourself, like jerking off to my tunes Pull up your bra, quit spilling your guts, you better cook your bo-ttle
#KINGS DEAD FREESTYLE LYRICS CRACKER#
I'll crack a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I ain't got to act black New South in everything I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax Still Dixie Mafia bitch, still waving that flag, I'm. Rest in Peace, Zoo, you ain't dead but to me you are Rest in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny's Bar Take 'em back to feed my park, with Baby D and the Kings of Crunk Yeah, been an innovator, fu*kan imitator, drop another hot potato son Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a fu*kabout a hater, never been a punk
Yeah, never had to walk away from anybody, always been a body from the jump
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